Going so fast but we're moving so slow Wondering if we'll ever reach the end of this tunnel Do I wanna die with strangers or is this supposed to happen I've never met anyone like you And it all comes back to you I'm desperate for passion with the first person I meet Lacking all self value I deserve My life is a window seat I watch all the beauty pass and I'm trapped on this train dying with strangers I've got a destination but I'm not even sure I want to end up there There's no such thing as a final destination We're always going other places I never want to know where I'm going to end up Just wanna get on a plane and live my life Why am I so incapable of love or is it I just don't want to I want to be needed I want something real Nothing I know is real except the world is pretty The world is really pretty