Lyrics

Ms. Jones we've got a thing going on
At the place we meet for coffee everyday
Away from all the crowds that make us feel
that we're not apart of the world

We hide behind this wall that's based on a pack of lies
Just ask the people
Who watch their screens and laugh about the jokes
Like pettiness and nothingness
That brings joy to their lives
Cold cold hearts

Where will they find a warm beginning
When will they starve their hatred
When will they leave the past and focus on the future
Like you and me Ms. Jones

We've got a thing going on
That others don't have

And that's why they want to hunt us down like rats in the alley
Frail humanity, frail humanity
Is where were headed in this place of darkness
Darkness filled with sorrow
Darkness filled with pain
Love forgets tomorrow when we play this game

Paparazzi, paparazzi turn the page
People magazine can wait to pay for your pain
Me and Ms Jones have a place to hide
So leave your camera far from your side
Me and Misses Jones