Lyrics The Spill Canvas

The Spill Canvas

Teleport A & B

Alright, that's it, I've had enough,

I'm on my way to you

It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting

For all these pointless calls to go through

But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore

At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for

The moisture in the air is begging for release

And the memory of your stare is raining down on me

Hypothetically if you were point A

And theoretically if I was point B,

We would be, we would be frantically melting

Into one massive point

That could overcome anything

Constantly you're working through the mileage in my head

Oh, I'm calculating, yes I'm sick of waiting

How many hours until I reach your bed?

But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore

At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for

The moisture in the air is begging for release

And the memory of your stare is raining down on me

Hypothetically if you were point A

And theoretically if I was point B,

We would be, we would be frantically melting

Into one massive point

That could overcome anything

My faith in you could move these mountains

I am driving through

It's times like these

when I wish I could teleport to you

'cause then we wouldn't have an issue

We're cleverly, strategically

Challenging our fright and insecurities,

And never seem to want to leave

Hypothetically if you were point A

And theoretically if I was point B,

We would be, we would be frantically melting

Into one massive point

That could overcome anything

Yeah, we would be, we would be frantically melting

Into one massive point

That could overcome anything