I don't wanna talk But you know I've been cryin' And it's cold, like I warned ya In the guts of New York With your eyes changin' colour My mood swingin' under
'Cause you cut through me And that's not a bad thing Do you hate what you see? Yeah, you know that I'm scared I'm scared of love, but I try to Trust we want the same things With the Sun in your hair
Can't go back, can't go back Can't go back Can't go back, can't go back Can't go back (Can't go back, can't go back) (Can't go back)
–And everything 'bout you And I think it would– I don't know, I really miss it I miss when we'd do stuff together
