I will break this   If the hands can give me eight more seconds   I'll make my own way out   You'll make your own way out   I will write this over our heads   If you can stop this body repeating   It will stop your hands from shaking   It will stop your body breaking   And the lonely lovers on the top floor   The highest building in town   They'll lay each other down   Each more beautiful than the last   And I'll push her through glass   Then I'll recover and reason   I will open sealed locks   Then you'll regret on what you lost   It's not so real when your awake   More times to move means more times to fake   This is my head low