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 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