Caught you slow dancing when the house lights let up
He’s only looking out for you (sure)
You think you're pretty subtle
You're a satellite crashing
I know you couldn't stop
Careful of the witch trials
There's been rumours tracked like concrete cracks
And every time you say the words, it means less
Think you've pretty subtle
You're a satellite crashing
I know you couldn't stop
And all those empty bottles are testament to something you lost
Or stopped needing a long time ago
Every glass smash, a sympathy for someone you lost
You kinda always know when it’s over
But you still carry on