Take your shoes off at the front door
They’re tired of all the internal screaming
Yeah they’ll hear you through the floor
There’s a certain sensibility to being with someone
But where was my head when my heart felt so young
Tell me, Love
What’s the price of inner peace
I’m soaking wet
And the wind has nicked my cigarette
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this all the time
Always so critical yeah
You never cease your chimes
And there’s a certain sensibility to being with someone
Where was my head when my heart felt so young
Tell me, Love
What’s the price of inner peace
I’m soaking wet
And the wind has nicked my cigarette
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this?