Headphones

Go, no one here is watching
Drink up your pink gin,
find your way out
'cause everyone here talks too loud
Go, don't look where you're going
Run through the puddles,
run through the night,
run like you're strapped with dynamite
But I can see in the dark with my headphones on
and every light is multiplied by each new song
And the crowd looks at me like there is something wrong
I just told them what I saw when I had my headphones on
Tunnel vision is not that bad if you like what you see
It's a cold steep walk through the parking lot
of memories and things that couldn't be,
of memories and things that couldn't be
Memories and things that couldn't be
now belong to me
But I can see in the dark with my headphones on
and every light is multiplied by each new song
And the crowd looks at me like there is something wrong
I just told them what I saw when I had my headphones on
If I could save
with each embrace,
then I would save you,
you,
you
But I can see in the dark with my headphones on
and every light is multiplied by each new song
And the crowd looks at me like there is something wrong
I just told them what I saw when I had my headphones on