Hairpin Turns

I like the old way I thought
 I was hanging in there
 You held back the worst rain
 From my shoulders then
 What are we going through, you and me?
 Every other house on the street's burning
 What are we going through, wait and see
 Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
 Your nervous throat clicks
 And my spirit swims right to the hook
 You go quiet and leave me in the wake
 Of a terrifying look
 What are we going through, you and me?
 What is it you want me to be learning?
 We're always arguing about the same things
 Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
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 Say it like I was right in the room there
 And I'll say it like your head was on my shoulder
 What are we going through, you and me?
 Every other house on the street's burning
 What are we going through, wait and see
 Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
 What are we going through, you and me?
 What is it you want me to be learning?
 We're always arguing about the same things
 Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
 And I'll keep my eyes open
 And I'll keep my eyes open