It's late, we turn the TV off

It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker

Oh 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

Oh 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

Cause I knew what you were talking about

Cause I knew what you were talking abou