Hightide Hotel - Shuttle

The way you sit riding home on board the shuttle slouched
And huddled with your knees against the seat
It's the same way that I sit when I ride home on board the shuttle
Slouched and troubled, wishing that you were sitting here next to me

And I'm just not convinced
That this is just coincidence

I've heard at 11:11 you make wishes
I've heard you're superstitious through and through
And if that's true that's something I've been doing too
Wishing at 11:12 tomorrow I'll be lying next to you

And I'm just not convinced
That this is just coincidence
And my gut instinct tells me there may be something more to this