St. John - Pet Symmetry

Our ultimatums always add to our momentum

It’s maybe the faint of heart that can’t look us in the eye

As we’ve lived long enough to get a glimpse into our future

Where we’ll discuss our end, ad nauseam, tonight, tonight

We could walk away just to meet our maker

And not a single soul would even notice if we were gone

So come on, come on

Let’s make our way

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Let’s make our way

Come on, come on

Carefully counting our steps, like it’s the last time

If the lighting was wrong, we could’ve slipped right through the cracks

Well we’re never coming back

You could drift away just to meet your maker

And not a single soul would even notice if you were gone

So come on, come on

Let’s make our way

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Let’s make our way

Come on, come on

Come on, come on