I swear I had some words so wry
Something touching and moving
You could be blown away
But I forgot ’em peeking at people
Piled up into the mall
Piled up into the mall

Trying to stop losing all my time alone
Trying to stop sneaking like a spy
Set me free
Trying to stop losing all my time alone
‘Cause nothing is here to survive
Nothing is here to survive but love

I swear I had a way out
To refuse the refuges and try
To enter the fray
Not even blending in the masses
Saved my soul from the feeling
The feeling of being wrong
The feeling of being wrong
Being wrong

We are lovers, loners, losers