Night Terrors of 1927

(feat. Tegan and Sara) Maybe you got soft Flew out the door on the breeze Maybe you just got lost On the way back home. On the way back home to me. Maybe we're just pretending And maybe I don't mind So, now that it's ending I don't wanna know Was it

Your war paint's running, the engine's humming Steam from exhaust, I see sidewalk Winter was bitter, locked up together In the eye of the storm, it kept us warm I'll always, always take you back (always, always take you back) I'll always, always take

It heat up, it rattles In winter, in battles The ice thaws, the shadows Brought you a present A cursing, a blessing A brand new obsession Another rule of truth There is so much to say So much I can relate I'm losing touch with fate I wanna fall into