hey there, baby, have you got a light?   im not smoking, but im afraid i might   have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in your kiss   and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis      you told me horror stories in room 426   of wooden boys falling for girls made out of matchsticks   i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks and glue   so i could spend the rest of my life wearing nothing but socks and you      chorus   we got a lot of maybes to muddle through   but my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you   though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine   cuz im gonna tear this world apart, baby, until youre mine      never knew much about magic, but i think i finally found a teacher   never meant to find my soul, but i got lost along the way   never lived with you, but i know i cant live without you   never know if ever ill see you again, so i hold tight and pray      chorus      youll be an artist, ill be your hands   well go the farthest from our lives we can   ill swim the ocean, whisk you away   til were in denmark, youll hear me say:      chorus