I´ve got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and I´m not coming out
Until this is all over
And I´m looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And I´m screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that´s when we´ll explode
(and it won´t be a pretty sight)

And we´ll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we´ll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we´ll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we´ll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

And we´ll become
And we´ll become