all the thoughts i can't erase seem to wind up on your face propelling me to outer space press the backspace key of time all the words i can't define i'll sing in an old fashioned line: na na na na, na na we should be... na, na na na na, na na every day, every... na, na na na na, na na everything we'll ever be na, na na na na, na na i could rip this world into tiny fragments made of blue if it would bring me back to you on the footsteps of your mind there is nothing left to find no signs of reason left behind na na na na, na na we should be... na, na na na na, na na every day, every... na, na na na na, na na everything we'll ever be na, na na na na, na na