Being in love with certain things Wondering why they never cried when their cats got eaten by the coyotes Passing of time, I'm setting my watch to chronographs That's why I'm writing in these perfectly straight lines I listened to that music for four hours and it drove me mad in a good way The northern lights were out The night we went to your house But you were not there Still, everyone was there to see you We all were dancing around on the hardwood It pounds a deep bass through the house We were rapping We were rapping