I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, and pictures of you and I'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass, where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming-at-the-top-of my lungs, pretending
The echoes belong to someone, someone I used to know
And we become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go, Ba ba ba
I wanted to walk through the empty streets, and feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make, our cells divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold, all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode, and it won't be a pretty sight
And we'll become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go, Ba ba ba
And we'll become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go, Ba ba ba
And we'll become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go, Ba ba ba
And we'll become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba