we're moving slow passing accidents   and we're singing to the ambulance   saying oh my god i don't care about the car   and oh my god i don't care at all      my words can't compare to your integers and numbers   and i can't be a bag to board a plane   oh i know i know i'm not inside   i'm not in sight      i've found where you have been   and i know it won't be long   before we are found again      i haven't got plastic on my teeth   but i can make you feel like it's open season   i'll take what i want and take what you have   but i'd put it back if i had the chance      i've found where you have been   and i know it won't be long   before we are found again