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 is burning

What are we going through, wait and see

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns.

Your mother's 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 be 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 like?

We're always arguing about the same things

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns.

And I'll keep my eye open

And I'll keep my eye open.