Cars

We're moving slow passing accidents
And we're singing to the ambulance:
"Oh my God, I don't care about the car!"
And "Oh my God I don't care at all!"

And my words can't compare to your integers and numbers
And I can't be a bag to board a plane
I know, know I'm not inside, I'm not in sight

I've found where you have been
And I know it won't be long
Until we're found again

And I haven't got plastic on my teeth
But I can make you feel like it's open season
I'll take what I want and take what you have
But I'd put it back if I had the chance

I've found where you have been
And I know it won't be long
Until we're found again