Bones

Get hot, get too close to the flame. Wild, open space. Talk like an open book, Sign me up. Got no time to take a picture, I'll remember someday all the chances we took. We're so close to something better left unknown. I can feel it in my bones. Gimme sympathy. After all of this is gone, who'd you rather be? The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? Oh, seriously. You're gonna make mistakes, you're young. Come on, baby, play me something like, "Here Comes the Sun." Don't go, stay with the all-unknown. Stay away from the hooks. All the chances we took. We're so close to something better left unknown.