Intro: 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 - similar to intro I knew what you were talking about