If I could fly I'd take you up and down In the sky In clouds and no where crowded I'd do these things for you And then you cry, oh you cry You tell me you'll be fine But you're not fine, not fine Oh Pick me up that dad, he won't let me out Took my keys, my card, my phone, my friend's fake ID And then I'd pick you up Then we fly, you drive The car that you wrote off Still sits there Roadside Roadside We were always a whirlpool of emotion Maybe we are a stone cold delusion We were always a whirlpool of emotion (We were always) (We were always) Maybe we are a stone cold delusion I tried, I flew And broke my wings for you and Cleaned your shoes And did what you asked me to I'd do these things for you And then you cry, oh you cry You tell me you'll be fine But you're not fine, not fine No We were always a whirlpool of emotion (We were always) (We were always) Maybe we are a stone cold delusion (We were always) (We were always) We were always a whirlpool of emotion (We were always) (We were always) Maybe we are a stone cold delusion (We were always) (We were always) We were always a whirlpool of emotion (we were always) Maybe we are a stone cold delusion (we were always) I'd do these things for you I'd do these things for you