It's late, we turn the TV off It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker Oh, 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, ooh It's late, we turn the TV off It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker, a windbreaker Oh, 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 Oh, it's going to be one hell of a year, keeping secrets In water tight compartments, dear, it's giving me the fear And 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 I knew what you were talking about I knew what you were talking about Yes, I knew what you were talking about Yes, I knew what you were talking about