Hairpin Turns

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