Misunderstandings are more thrilling
Than understanding could ever be
As long as our shadows hold hands
That's alright by me
As long as our puppets dance together
That's alright by me
You're just like me
A lover of the slow burn
Let's just keeping adding rubber bands to the ball
Until one smacks us in the face
Let's keep dreaming of one another
Until a fantasy breaks free
Cause we both know—you can't just count on anybody
Finding something real takes a prayer and a butterfly net
We're almost there though, I know you feel it too
One more look and I'll take you