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?