Baby, don't you worry so much because under our clothes, we're wild still
And yeah I think of breaking up; it's the fall and your hair's getting long; you tell me it's over your shoulders now over the phone and it's hard because I've never seen it that long
And I can't even picture where you're living now, so I built all these stupid crushes on the pretty girls here
And I sing songs like, "Tonight I'm throwing gasoline on an old flame" because in the cold, everything dies
Everything dies in the winter, everything dies in the winter months
Everything dies in the winter, everything dies in the winter months
So what? Let's not worry so much, becuase under our clothes we're wild still
And yeah I think of breaking up, with the winter coming on, I'm just looking for a hand to warm mine
And I've found with the winter coming on, I'm just looking for a hand to warm