F Everything - Talons'

Baby, don’t you worry so much

Cuz under our clothes we’re wild still

And yeah I think of breaking up

As the fall and your hair are getting long

You tell me it’s over your shoulders now

(over the phone)

And it’s hard because I’ve never seen it that long

And I can’t even picture where you’re living now, so I built all these stupid

crushes on the pretty girls here

And I sing songs like:

«Tonight I’m throwing gasoline on an old flame»

Cuz in the cold, everything dies

Everything dies in the winter

Everything dies in the winter months

Everything dies in the winter

Everything dies in the winter months

So what?

Let’s not worry so much

Cuz under our clothes we’re wild still

And yeah I think of breaking up

And with the winter coming on

I’m just looking for a hand to warm mine

And I’ve found with the winter coming on

I’m just looking for a hand to warm