thinking back on the blushes and traded shook-hands for kisses
i topple over the creases in my palms that lead me to you
remembering roping down the moon for any excuse
to keep us in the warmth,
now i'm looking for any excuse to cut it off

they say you snooze you lose
but what I'd do to sleep through this

said "i don't wanna trade in Z's for I, L, Y, too's"

come out, come out, wherever you are
come on show us a little star
cause i'm sick of wishin my way outta love
with nothin to wish upon
come out, come out, wherever you are
come on show us a little star
cause i'm sick of wishin my way outta love
with nothin to wish upon