Text: Ben Lee. Hey You, Yes You. Chills.

Light another cigarette
And maybe by the end of it you'll have changed
Make a mental note to self
To dig a deeper wishing well next year
Still, you are the only thing I fear

You give me chills (x3)

Sentimental waking up or sleeping in a coffee cup
It seems
You're so high the sky is scared (?)

And you're in my nightmares and my dreams
Still you are the only thing I need

You give me chills (x3)
And then you leave me cold

Still you are the only thing I feel