Caught by spies, chocolate eyes, strung out youth 
Loving yourself, tearing yourself tooth by tooth "Look up", 
Saint Peter said 
Your mom's got a liquor head, do you? 
It's gonna be a perfect day 
Say the word and 
I'll run away with you 
Hey baby, you know 
I'm falling for you 
Hey babe, like a bomb, like a bomb, like a 
Hey baby, your premonition is true 
Like a bomb, like a bomb that 
I fell onto 
Caught by spies, crashing all night 
Cold church pews 
Selling yourself, wrecking yourself 
Nothing's new 
Held up at a nickel store 
Some guys got nothing more to lose 
It's gonna be a beautiful day 
I'll do anything for you 
Dreading the sea around no more 
We'll turn it to booze for swallowing 
I'll be the body armor 
And you can be the skin