Texty: Spill Canvas. Sunsets and Car Crashes. Aim Snap Fall.

Aim, snap, fall, the bitter wind
Weaved it's way through the trees so tall
Colors invading sight, I think I've found
My new addiction tonight
The phone call left me paralyzed
From the waist down the pureness of it all

And then your siren began to sing
I know this may be redundant
But I think it bares repeating
I think I've found my other half
I swear I've found my better half

I think I've found my other half
I swear I've found my better half
I think I've found my other half
I swear I've found my better half
Here we go