Life's a tangled web of cellphone calls and hashtag and
"I don't knows"
And you, you're so caught up in all the blinking lights and dial tones.
I admit, I'm a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too,
Hands around my waist, you're counting up the hills across the sheets,
I'm a falling star, a glimmer lighting up these cotton streets,
I admit, I'm a bit of a fool for playing by their rules.
Turn off the radio, those late night TV shows,
Hang up the telephone and just be here with me.
'Cause I find my sweet escape when I'm alone with you
Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps,
Here, in the moment on the dark side of the screen.
I like the summer rain,
I like the sounds you make,
You are my getaway,
You are my favourite place,
We put the world away,
We get so disconnected.
