We blew our thoughts into the breeze
Still caught up in us both climbing trees
We're forgetful of the words that we spoke of before
As the waves, they crash upon my shores
In the coldness of the weather, I'll find you
Underneath the sweater of love songs
They're never gonna get you far son
Cause every little thing is going wrong
Gonna catch up with you before too known
And if I get to say I lead you right to here
Then we are playin'
Make the rules all here
The referees are all gone
Confused, on how it's sposed to be
All I missed in every degree
With these plans that we laid across the floor
All in all mixed up and will be destroyed
In the coldness of the weather, I'll find you
Underneath the sweater of love songs
They're never gonna get you far son
Cause every little thing is going wrong
Gonna catch up with you before too known
And if I get to say I lead you right to here
Then we are playin'
Make the rules all here
The referees are all gone