Pick up your keys put on your coat Don't want to be late Really can I cry Bought this wine bought this wine Without sipping away And falling behind Put you trough the looking glass We are shame Speaking to fast I need a way to show me your move I'm there for Couldn't carry my low You are in my firing line I have been flying on my own With only my air Feeling alone But I like we speak the truth Nothing to see nothing to do Nowhere to be Hours to go If you're into me why dont you let me know You are in my firing line You are in my You are in my firing line