Basements

Packed up, drawn out

I’m waiting in the car

Your flood, my drought

It was in the cards we’re falling apart

It’s gonna be bad, gonna be bad, I get it

Have you lost your mind?

Feet first dead last

I’m wondering who you’re with

This warm heart’s gonna keep

Getting me in trouble

Your cold heart’s gonna

Get me out of it

A tale as old as time

Written down in lines

With the waters in your eyes

He’s turning water into wine

With our bodies intertwined

I know you’re mine

I’ll be there, I’ll be there

When you say that you wanna go home

Does it mean back where you came from?