Linking arms,
with your broken heart,
walk it down the road and in front of a car.

And i'll be a ghost,
and you'll be an angel.
And if earth rules apply,
i can still sometimes see you,
it'll just be more difficult.

if you think you're alone,
i'm the wasp at your window,
i'm slightly out of focus,
in the corner of a photo,
that you took years ago.

And if you film all the good bits,
and play them back in slow motion.
you'll see me jumping over fences,
coming to your defence,
and putting coasters under hot drinks.

Linking arms,
with your empty heart.
put it in the car,
and drive it off a cliff
like what they do in the movies.

And you'll swim to shore,
and i'm sure you'll be just fine.
when you've count to ten,
you'll leave your troubles at the sea bed.

If you think you're alone,
i'm the wasp at your window,
i'm slightly out of focus,
in the corner of a photo,
that you took years ago.

And if you film all the good bits,
and play them back in slow motion.
you'll see me jumping over fences,
coming to your defence,
and putting coasters under hot drinks.