The light above the street
I can see you perfectly
Who needs the moon above
To see that you don't need my love?

If you find someone else
Please keep it to yourself
And never let me know
That you ever let me go

There's fire in the trees
And rain upon the roof
It looks like we won't freeze
Just close the chimney flue

And do what you gotta do before you leave

The band struck up and played
I know our love might fade
Away and into dust
But if it must, it must

We all die alone
At war or on the phone
Or both at the same time
Sending volleys through the lines

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Joel Plaskett