Send the cops out to find me
Send the firemen, send the whole bunch
Hell, you can send the whole county if you wanna
But I don't care that much
You could round up the whole government
To pull me out of the snow
And while that'd be quite the achievement
There's only one person that I want to take me home
I only want you to save me from my place
I only want you to brush the wreckage off my face
I only want you to take me through the eclipse
And I only want you and the taste of your lips
And at whatever point you find me
Make sure you come alone
Cause I don't wanna see other people
Because I know
That they'd just make me unhappy
Some of them are the reason I'm out here anyway
But the minute I see that it's just us
I know you'll save me any day
I only want you to save me from my place
I only want you to brush the wreckage off my face
I only want you to take me through the eclipse
And I only want you and the taste of your lips
Take my hand
And pull me out, as my heart goes into
A beat you'd only understand
Cause no one feels the way that I do
About you
I only want you to save me from my place
I only want you to brush the wreckage off my face
I only want you to take me through the eclipse
And I only want you and the taste of your lip
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