Lydia

Well I am flawed, I am so broken
And Lydia's so young and hopeless

And her pain reminds me, I am alive
There's nothing for me, on the other side

Ah-oh
Ah-oh

Lydia! Lydia!
Why'd you have to tread in my dreams
Lydia! Lydia!
Push me!
Push me!
Push me!
Push me!

Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah

And her face reminds me, that I am alive
A thirst persists, the image of it

Lydia! Lydia!
Why'd you have to tread in my dreams
Lydia! Lydia!
Push me!
Push me!
Push me!
Push me!

Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah