I live in dreams, I live in sorrow

Can’t see the light that I should follow

I look deranged, they call me strange, whatever that is, well I don’t mind

In another time, another place, yeah I was such a different kind

And then she said, “Why don’t you call her?”

She wrote a name, she wrote a number

I wanted to feel whatever they feel, I wanted to see the/those lightning strikes

Under the rain, up on the hill, knocked on her door, looked in her eyes 

She said

“I see you baby but i don’t understand

Who wrote that number on the back of your hand

I wanna help you but I can’t play along

Cus all I wanna do to you is wrong, is wrong”

We stole a car and drove it into the night

Her skin reflecting all those big neon lights

She kissed me gently and my body went numb

I woke up on the shore with a mouth full of sand

the tide was rising and kept pulling me in

Now will I ever get to see her again

Her name, her face, I just can’t remember

how many times you heard “it’s over”

and then you go and find another

Another who pleads, another who gives, until it drives you out of your mind

You’re tired to be the one that breaks, the one that hurts, that different kind