Lyrics
I like the old way I thought
I was hanging in there
You held back the worst rain
From 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
