Jacques Cousteau

I believe in you
In everything you do
Love the way you run away
Forget the highs and lows
Both standing on our toes
You hit me where it hurts the most
Nothing is what it seems
The accidents you planned
Like moved by sleight of hand
The ayers rock a grain of sand
Voth sleeping in the fire
While someone cut the wire
We’re falling down, falling down
Nothing is what it seems
The keys are in the jar
I'm crying in the car
Theres no one in the boulevard
Stones inside my chest
Try to get some rest
Drive around the roundabout
I guess we’re doing fine
You got reasons i got rhymes
I’d love to feel your hair tonight
Nothing is what it seems