The plastic fangs of the kids around here Dripping on sketch pads and slipping on glasses Whittle down to words every song they’ve ever heard Pulling out heartstrings and breaking down barriers Blame the excess on the full Moon Cue an empty harvest, those are the rules Hanging portraits on every word Take pictures of me, I’ll take pictures of you If you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind If you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless Underneath the daylight We’ll pick up what we planted last night Underneath the daylight We’ll pick up what we planted last night The plastic fangs of the kids around here Taking up water looking for new blood Hiding dark eyelids under rose-tinted glasses A cross eyed cupid put makeup on the bruises Blame the excess on empty bedrooms When you’ve got no one, you’ve got nothing to lose Another night awake underneath the Moon Come stay the night with me, I’ll come Stay the night with you If you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind If you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless Underneath the daylight We’ll pick up what we planted last night Underneath the daylight We’ll pick up what we planted last night