Pontiak We've Got It Wrong
Riding high alongside
the end of days
when I go you're with me
when you leave I stay
living in the clouds for days
spirits of the strangest ways
always
make me see, you're my living one
You've lost your reason
and you've lost your mind
you will find it descended
into the wild
living in a room for days
dreaming in the strangest ways
always
pieces of me, pieces of you
Dying in the faintest light
living in the brightest night
always
we've got it wrong and we know we're right
