Da, na, na, hmm, hmm, hmm
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

I've never seen your breath before
But I'm disgusted by the thought of waiting anymore
If I look into your eyes
Will you notice me or notice it or fade into this accident?

And I don't want to find
The big dumb rocket on your mind
And I don't want to find
That it's mostly you and mostly me
And a tired gun that's not empty

I've never been this sad before
But I'm offended by my fingertips
And what they've done
If I look up in your eyes
If it must be true you must believe
I've never held such violent things

And I don't want to find
The big dumb rocket on your mind
And I don't want to find
That it's mostly you and mostly me
And a tired gun that's not empty

Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah
Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah

I've never talked to God before tonight
But I'm disgusted by

And I don't want to find
The big dumb rocket on your mind
And I don't want to find
That it's mostly you and mostly me
And a tired gun that's not empty

And I don't want to find
That it's mostly you and mostly me
And a tired gun that's not

Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah
Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah

Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah
Oh, oh, ah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ah

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Arnold Lanni, Michael Maida