Another place got away from me And now I'm going home Whether or not I really want to go I'm walking out, I'm looking up and 'round for places, never know, a hiding spot all of my own Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because he's not staying anyway Oh oh I love your face, I love the way it looks when you spot something good I'm like a building touching clouds Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because I'm not staying anyway Oh Oh Another day has got away from me, and all I want to know, is will you have me or will I go? Will you have me or will I go? Will you have me or will I go?