Moved to the West Coast
Just a dream and a busted phone
Sunrise on the boardwalk alone
Park bench at the pier
And that moment of destiny
Like you're looking forward through history
A stranger walks up, says cautiously
"Is anyone sitting here?"
When you love somebody
You can give your heart away
To the wrong body
In the right way
So hurry up, fuck it up
Make all your mistakes
So you'll be brokenhearted
In the right way
And eyes meet to start the story
The coming tragedy, the glory
Until you wake up one morning
And walk out without fear
Then stranger's lips in sleeper cars
Then broken English, broken hearts
Each time you catch a shooting star
Walk forward without fear
When you love somebody
You can give your heart away
To the wrong body
In the right way
So hurry up, fuck it up
Make all your mistakes
So you'll be brokenhearted
In the right way
Pouring rain in the convertible
Final kisses at the terminal
Is every golden boy and silver girl
Fading to make room?
In the water over your head
Shadow figures over your bed
Weaving all your old threads
Into something new
I saw you
You saw me too
When you love somebody
You can give your heart away
To the wrong body
In the right way
So hurry up, fuck it up
Make all your mistakes
So you'll be brokenhearted
In the right way
