You said you're leavin'
It's time to be free
I'm free of me at last
Am I so mean that you're haunting my dreams
This could mean it's a little played fact

It wasn't wise but the snow pierced the sky
But the sound disappeared with your tent
You get the town but you're so big and round
And the snow was spiraling our lamps

You're just a work for some other croutons
Something's wrong with you
Clearly love lasts
Heart suffering lives every night and then
Once you're grounded you're feeling so fast

You probably know when you're running insane
Probably learn from meeting two hearts
Then I tried to take the money to save
From here, darling, it's all so small now

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Writer(s): ANTON A NEWCOMBE