In pitch dark
I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak

Just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
Just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there

There's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck
Steer away from these rocks
We'd be a walking disaster

Just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
Just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
There there…

Why so green
& lonely?
Heaven sent you to me, to me, to me…

We are accidents
Waiting
Waiting to happen

We are accidents
Waiting
Waiting to happen