We have become beautiful without even knowing it
But we are foolish and unaware
And so I put it past you once or twice
But I think it hit the night
that we both died in a hot crash
It was there that our lives collided
In a figment of our imagination
But just know, the highway is on fire tonight
Your words get me through this light

I would run into traffic if that meant I'd see you soon
The things that we hoped for are the things that we fear
There was pain in my heart when the music stopped
And my hands, they caught fire, oh
I need you so much closer, I feel you so much closer

You arе a ghost
You are a symphony that's playing on my stereo
Thе speakers cannot hold the sound
no they cannot, they cannot
You are a souvenir, you are an audience
A place I go and hide
A shattered glass window
A door they told me not to go inside
So we'll stop destroying the room now
We can scream at the top of our lungs, we'll run

I would run into traffic if that meant I'd see you soon
The things that we hoped for are the things that we fear
There was pain in my heart when the music stopped
And my hands, they caught fire, oh
I need you so much closer, I feel you so much closer

When we die, do we lose our sense of touch?
Do we fall among the thieves and the liars?
Benjamin, understand, sometimes you are my only friend
In a room full of (mellionic mirahs?)
So we hold pieces of all the people that we love
Like shimmery, shiny souvenirs
And as they bend and bleed and break
Then we take all they can take
In the end, it is us and our God
In the end, it is us and our God

I would run into traffic if that meant I'd see you soon
The things that we hoped for are the things that we fear
There was pain in my heart when the music stopped
And my hands, they caught fire, oh
I need you so much closer, I feel you so much closer