And I'm living in this moment; what will I do when it ends? Closed up your window hit power and better came with the flip of a switch. When you shot down the stars when you shot down the moon, I'd shoot my own foot to look the way you did. I'll be your .22. oh oh oh . hey you hey you I could be your shot heard round the world, now you know I would. Maybe we'll make it, maybe we'll make it. Oh oh oh. Hook, line and shoot it, you'll never miss. Keep on shooting out words that make you cry at night. .22. And you keep telling yourself that it's not love it's not love it's not love it's not love.