Lyrics: Thomas Bartlett/Andrew Woodson Black
Music: Thomas Bartlett/Andrew Woodson Black
Confess with the coldest feet
as we drive back in the back seat
And you asked me in your parents car
do you ever regret who you are
Capsized, at the hairpin
cold hearts causing
accidents
accidents
cold hearts causing
As we were falling through space and time
all I kept thinking was how we never read the signs
Then your iris caught my eye
Now I see it every time that I see mine
Capsized, at the hairpin
cold hearts causing
accidents
accidents
cold hearts causing
Weʼre in the throes of apathy
we tell ourselves weʼre in too deep
so scared of what weʼll never find
so scared of all weʼll leave behind
Weʼre in the throes of apathy
we tell ourselves weʼre in too deep
so scared of what weʼll never find
so scared
Capsized, at the hairpin
cold hearts causing
accidents
accidents
cold hearts causing