They Don’t Know

Dear friend just undress me
I am like glass in your hands
Write it down, wish it hard, slip the gate
And we'll run for the line
We go weak in the knees
When we know how it's gonna end

They don't know what we know
And they can't see what we see
All the things that we could be

You come to split me in two
Still never close enough
On the lip of the world
As we head for the cosmic dust
We go weak in the knees
When we know how it's gonna end