MP3 
Love is high and low, so complicated
Memories, it's all that's on my mind
Lost you in the world that we created
Turning the pages on and on
Would it be wrong to let you know?
Let's talk about it, I just can't hide it
Like a butterfly on a mission
In a street race competition
Oh, yeah, crashing stars or collision
You make me, whoa, ooh, you make me
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na (ooh)
Kept turning sirens into silence
Getting burned in the summer fever
Dragging me up when you pull me deeper
Is it just words, or is it violence?
Turning the pages on and on
Feels like I'm driving on my own
Like a butterfly on a mission
In a street race competition
Oh, yeah, crashing stars or collision
You make me (you make me), whoa, ooh
Like a butterfly on a mission (on a mission)
In a street race competition (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Oh, yeah, crashing stars or collision (yeah-yeah, yeah)
You make me, whoa (you make me), ooh, you make me
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na (you make me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na (ooh)
Like a butterfly on a mission
In a street race competition
Oh, yeah, crashing stars or collision
You make me, oh, oh, you make me
