I was sittin' in math in the middle of class in the middle of my work
I had one thought on the questions, the other on You
I turn around as the song turns up and realize there's something wrong
It's nothing, I was just thinking.... We don't have a song.

Then I think
Our song is the clack of key boards
Sneaking on late just to yo-ou
When we're on the phone and we talk real slow,
Cause it's late and our parents don't know

Our song is the way we type,
First time you asked
I didn't say yes
And I should have

And when I log out,
'Fore I close the lid,
Asking God if he,
Could play it again.

I was walking down the main office steps  
After everything that day.
It'd gone all wrong, I'd been hated on
And lost and thrown awa-ay

I got to the  hallway
Well on my way
To my normal seat.

My mind started thinkin'
Of all the things we did
And I began to si-i-ing,

Our song is the clack of key boards
Sneaking on late just to yo-ou
When we're on the phone and we talk real slow,
Cause it's late and our parents don't know,

Our song is the way we type,
First time you asked
I didn't say yes
And I should have

And when I log out,
'Fore I close the lid,
Asking God if he,
Could play it again.

I heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waiting for something to come along.
That was as good as our song.

Cuz Our song is the clack of key boards
Sneaking on late just to yo-ou
When we're on the phone and we talk real slow,
Cause it's late and our parents don't know

Our song is the way we type,
First time you asked
I didn't say yes
And I should have

And when I log out,
'Fore I close the lid,
Asking God if he,
Could play it again.

I was sittin' in math in the middle of class in the middle of my work
I grabbed a pen and an old assignment and I wrote down our song