On the Lips

I watch David Blaine
Find myself believing
In anything, in many things
I watch David Blaine
Find myself believing
In anything, in anything
Where would I kiss ya
If I could kiss ya?
Why would I kiss ya
If I could kiss ya?
I’m sorry I’m high let’s go
Sometimes I cry cause I know
I’ll never have all the answers
Separated by a subway transfer
I watch you disappear
As my train rolls away
I know you could’ve kissed me
But I’ll have to wait
Where would I kiss ya
If I could kiss ya?
Why should I kiss ya
If I could kiss ya?