I used to want the morning,
You and me, just hanging around
But I can't shake this feeling off,
Can't shake this dead-weight off of my back

It's a troubled place we scale
But we just break it out
We give too much... although
... It leaves you cold... oh

Got no place else to go,
In a daze just hanging around
It's a dirt ground we crawl upon,
I've stared at your face for much too long

It's a troubled place we scale
But we just break it out
Watch us give too much away
It leaves you cold... oh...
Cold... oh... cold...

I used to want the morning,
You and me, just hanging around
It's a troubled game we stage
Where we just wait it out

Watch us give too much away
Where we just wait it out
And the words you meant to say
And the words i give away
It leaves you cold... oh...
Cold... oh... cold...

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): GEMMA CLAIRE HAYES