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