I must assume you're looking at menCause I know some things that we need to know about herenAnd we pretend that we both got wingsnAnd both of us singnSo we'll sing til we fly out of herennOh and maybe then we'll come back downnOh and maybe then we'll come back downnnCan we believe in things we can't see?nWithout them we seem to disappear like we evaporatenAnd when we leave untraceable seamsnThat tear and we bleed, we need a martyr that won't hesitatennOh and maybe then we'll come back downnOh and maybe then we'll come back downnnAnd I was hoping things were betternSomething we could write in letters, singingnThis is where we are, here and counting scarsnThe fight for something greater left us dead or barely breathing, singingnThis is where we are, cut out for shooting starsnnAnd I miss the way we lived in our dreamsnWhen trust had meaningnWhen we were young and we were proud of thisnWhen we defined ourselves by our screamsnCause life by no means seemed to give us both the best of itnnBut I guess maybe we can come back downnWhoa but maybe we can come back downnnAnd I was hoping things were betternSomething we could write in letters, singingnThis is where we are, here and counting scarsnThe fight for something greater left us dead or barely breathing, singingnThis is where we are, cut out for shooting starsnnAnd I was hoping things were betternSomething we could write in letters, singingnThis is where we are, here and counting scarsnThe fight for something greater left us dead or barely breathing, singingnThis is where we are, cut out for shooting starsnnReady or not, yeahnWhoa, yeah ready or not, oh whoanReady or not