Aaahh
Aaahh...

When you crawl to my side
You’re like a wounded bird
With your wings weighed down
You’re somehow smaller than you were
But all of it was real to me ’til 
You showed me
We were make-believe

Why are we not accelerating?
Pedals down, our pulses racing
Particles kaleidoscopic
Fireworks dreamed by an ion

Aaahh

Now the charges are laid
The poles have swung away 
And right at the split (always)
You might just feel some pain (maybe)
Or maybe you will realize that (I’m small)
I’m small enough to slip your mind, yeah

Aaahh
Aaahh 

Why are we not accelerating?
Pedals down, our pulses racing
Particles kaleidoscopic
Fireworks dreamed by an ion

Aaahh
Aaahh