Hit the fall in stride

knowing where to go

finding out in time

what we need to know

Letters posted to old addresses

looking for the same words

there's no need for a reason

to celebrate anyway

We've got a secret

we keep to ourselves

hide away, bruise-violet days

when she's at her worst

she still turns me on

hide away, bruise-violet days

Like a house on fire

we destroy our past

better than before

maybe this could last

And if it's raining,

let it come down now.