Fifteen times a day
We cross paths and turn away
On the long way home

My idea's an ocean
And your words are bullets
And lucky for me
All oceans are bulletproof
But oceans can harm you

You want to stay here (but I can't)
You want to live here (but I can't)
You want to die here (but I can't)
You see the silver lining (but I don't)