It's late we turn the TV off
It's old makes the sound
of a salt shaker
You want to build fires
on hot days
Feel the coolness of my gaze
I'm a troublemaker
Three years in and I call to
crush what remains of this love
On a cold morning of you arriving
I was struggling for survival
It's late we turn the TV off
It's old makes the sound of a
salt shaker a windbreaker
You want to build fires
on hot days
Feel the coolness of my gaze
I'm a troublemaker
Three years in and I call to
crush what remains of this love
It's going to be one hell
of a year
Keeping secrets in water tight
compartments Dear
It's giving me the fear
I fall down like a tonne of bricks
What makes me sick won't
make me quit
I fall down like a tonne of bricks
What makes me sick won't
make me quit
I knew what you were talking about
I knew what you were talking about
what you I knew were talking about
what you I knew were talking about