I like the old way I thought

I was hanging in there

You held back the worst rainFrom my shoulders then

What are we going through, you and me?

Every other house on the street′s burning

What are we going through, wait and see

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

Your nervous throat clicks

And my spirit swims right to the hook

You go quiet and leave me in the wake

Of a terrifying look

What are we going through, you and me?

What is it you want me to be learning?

We're always arguing about the same things

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

Say it like I was right in the room there

And I′ll say it like your head was on my shoulder

What are we going through, you and me?

Every other house on the street's burning

What are we going through, wait and see

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

What are we going through, you and me?

What is it you want me to be learning?

We're always arguing about the same things

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

And I′ll keep my eyes open

And I′ll keep my eyes open