Eight (Chew Lips)

Such confusion can't be good And though my house is made of wood I can throw stones if I please Can set fire my gathered leaves Where’d you go, I wouldn't say Always been a mile away A high-speed chase on your wedding day Give and take are all the same Cannon shoot on grassy moor A battlefield of love and war Empty bottle on your bed Broken-hearted, innocent Where you've been I wouldn't go Just another story told A high-speed chase on your wedding day Give and take are all the same Cannon shoot on grassy moor A battlefield of love and war It’s your high-speed chase on your wedding day Give and take are all the same Cannon shoot on grassy moor A battlefield of love and war