Oh the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night
And the first thing in the morning.
And as I start to let it burn my head, you slowly creep into bed,
And I'm done with all the talking,
You say you know how I'm feeling, I just need to try to settle down.

Oh a million faces pass my way.
Oh they're all the same, nothing seems to change anytime I look around.
Oh who knows just what the future holds
All I want to know is if it's with you.

Tired as hell and falling up the stairs, filled with a thousand cares,
As you walk out from the bedroom
Though it feels like all my fire has gone, girl you just turn me on.
Can't believe how much I want you
You say you know how I'm feeling, I just need to try to settle down.

Oh a million faces pass my way.
Oh they're all the same, nothing seems to change anytime I look around.
Oh who knows just what the future holds
All I want to know is if it's with you.

We're distracted by the hard times, and the troubles that we make
Let us throw them in the ocean, let it wash our cares away.
On the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night.
And the first thing in the morning

Oh a million faces pass my way.
Oh they're all the same, nothing seems to change anytime I look around.
Oh who knows just what the future holds
All I want to know is if it's with you.

We're distracted by the hard times, and the troubles that we make
Let us throw them in the ocean, let it wash our cares away.
We're distracted by the hard times, and the troubles that we make.
Let us throw them in the ocean, let it wash our cares away.

Let it wash our cares away, let it wash our cares away.

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): MATHEW WILLIAM BENBROOK, MATT BENBROOK, PAOLO GIOVANNI NUTINI, PAULINE ANNITA TAYLOR