The welcoming sound of the fallout shelternI was working it out on the fingers of one handnThis is the way that she planned itnHappy to bite on the hand that felt hernShe was thinking about the shape of things to comenThis is the way that she planned itnSneaking a look at the cards I dealt hernI was slurring my words so that she won't understandnThis is the way that I planned itnnAll she ever wanted was the wordnWake upnAll she ever wanted was another songnAnd she'd become Miss WorldnnShe's leaving a notenI won't read it laternTaking my phone out and talking to myselfnThis is the way that I planned itnPressing the first floornIt's somewhere to take hernClosing the door she has opened up so wellnThis is the way that I planned itnnAll she ever wanted was the wordnWake upnAll she ever wanted was another songnAnd she'd become Miss WorldnnI want to travel the worldnWork with children, and love animals