Lyrics:

Counting 1, 2, 3, 4
Consequence can bear resemblance
To a swinging door
The way I'm acting is ridiculous
Like a dog in heat - following and sniffing your tail
What is wrong with me?
I know, I know

'Cause you're a delicate feather that swings in the air
It's a vision I carousel... Sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you're a
Bubble in my hand

So we stole a car for some release
But we didn't get far - 'cause I couldn't drive
And I made up words for some release
'Cause all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep

Uh whoa, whoa
When I couldn't sleep
Uh whoa, whoa, oh-oh, no no

Counting 1, 2, 3, 4
The times I couldn't breathe when I kissed you
Wanting more and more
I never felt this way before
Really something new
Or really something deliciously dangerous
And it's only you
But you're wild, you're wild

And your'e a delicate feather that swings in the air
It's a vision I carousel... Sorry if I stare
I have to be careful you're a
Bubble in my hand

So we stole a car for some release
But we didn't get far - 'cause I couldn't drive
And I made up words for some release
'Cause all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep

Uh whoa, uh whoa
When I couldn't sleep
Uh whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I couldn't sleep at night
When I when I when I when I-I