the darcys
hunting
I said what I said to feel the collision We hunt down our new friends Which makes me feel nothing  Standing here And you, and you And I keep standing here And you Who's out there with you Waiting and waiting and waiting  I said what I said to feel the collision Our ghosts like white sheets Hanging in the tall trees Our bodies found floating Twist tied at the feet  Who's out there with you  Waiting and waiting and waiting