I just don't ever think we'll find him, an empty road
(Oh)
Down somewhere in El Sonata, it's always cold
(What's the matter if it feels right, feels right?)
You're awful pretty, took my breath away
Could I have it back?
Knead in your spot when you're not there, just like a kitty-cat
Met on the internet, I asked if you could video chat
And I would whisper when my mom came 'round
