(T-t-touch) If one of these two walls could speak I'd turn the lights down long enough to hit repeat Right now my vision is gone and magic's to blame It's silent down here, hey I want to get loud again
You'll hold the thunder while I bring the rain I might be dancing doing nothing but I've had my share You've got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air Contact high
I'm done dreamin that we can fly Am I guilty? Boy you decide I've got nothing to hide Four letter words won't hold any sway (uh uh)
And in a paradise that shakes the word romantic to the bone Mystical forces are circling me, While perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy Lost in the ether with no one to blame It's silent down here, maybe I want to get loud again
Contact high I'm done dreamin that we can fly Am I guilty? Boy you decide I've got nothing to hide
(When we touch I get a) Contact high I'm done leaving if we can try Am I guilty? Boy you decide
I've got nothing to hide I might be dancing doing nothing but I've had my share You've got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air Contact high
I'm done dreaming that we can fly Am I guilty boy u decide I've got nothing to hide (When we touch I get a) Contact high...contact high...contact high
Compositor: Cameron David Bird ECAD: Obra #5502024 Fonograma #13272158