Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be

I'm living on such sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing Sweet nothing, sweet nothing You're giving me such

Watch the band through a bunch of dancers Quickly, follow the unknown with something more familiar. Quickly something familiar Courage, my word it didn't come it doesn't matter Sleepwalk, so fast asleep in a motel That has the lay of home and piss on all

Someone will love you Sorry to my unknown lover But someone isn't me Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind

All the chances we took We're so close to something Better left unknown I can feel it in my bones Gimme sympathy Get too close to the flame Wild open space Talk like an open book

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

A thick fog lies ahead The ocean's deadly calm Their ship glides on the silent waves Into the unknown He cannot turn around For him it's much too late He puts his back into the oar And rows towards his fate The ship cuts through, the milk white mist

Tell me I'm the fool Say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me Tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten What I've done to you Even if it doesn't matter Doesn't matter what's true I know I've done wrong and I paid for it Just

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

Say that you don't want me Say that you don't need me Tell me I'm the fool Tell me you've been tortured Tell me you've been beaten And what I've done to you Matter what's true Even if it doesn't matter