[Verse 1]

In a perfect storm of circumstance

I flirted with fire

When I felt your touch I knew I

Was along for the ride

[Chorus]

It's getting late but I don't want to go

So I look for accommodation

Something's telling me that you're fakin'

[Verse 2]

I'm all out, is there a place we can get some?

No one laughs, does that mean I'm no fun?

All the lights can be so distracting

As I keep the car from crashing

[Chorus]

It's getting late but I don't want to go

So I look for accommodation

Something's telling me that you're fakin'

[Post Chorus]

'Cause I'm walkin' on that made up line

And I'm hopin' I don't fall off blind

And I'm walkin' on that made up line

And I'm hopin' I don't fall off blind (Blind, blind)

[Outro]

I wish that you could see

I wish I could believe in you