Sideshow cars and plastic stars, a turgid affair, illuminates the dwindling scars, they point and stare, I've been longing for a someone like you, I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - somebody's looking for you. If I find some way out, Then I will stay, With heart split two ways down, Like tears down my face, We'll find our way out, Without a map just our hearts, And when we get out, We'll topple down your house of cards.
