We sing our love songs in the dark (so no one has to hear the sparks)
We hold our seances by streetlamp light (in Queen's Park, when the moon's just right)
Tom says he can hear the colors (when he holds his eyes together real tight)
I want permanence in the little things
While I leak rust from my broken jeans
I want to feel chaotic
But calm enough to hold you in the morning
We look for patterns in the static (play hide and seek in your deathtrap of an attic)
And there's a door that leads to nothing (well, I'm sure that stands for something)
But I hold my breath (and pray when the summer ends)
You still haven't found me
I want permanence in the little things
While I leak rust from my broken jeans
I want to feel chaotic (chaotic)
But calm enough to hold you in the morning
I want it all and I want nothing
I wish this came with instructions
I could press up, up, down, down, left, right, left
Watch my beat-up Vans become a private jet
And we could fly out to Alaska (to reach the heavens)
Bathe everything in kerosene
And sing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie"
Pushed your Toyota to the motor, but the tank ran dry
I want permanence in the little things
While I leak rust from my broken jeans
I want to feel chaotic (chaotic)
But calm enough to hold you in the morning
I want permanence in the little things
While I leak rust from my broken jeans
I want to feel chaotic (chaotic)
But calm enough to hold you in the morning
In the morning