If I took everything from you, wouldn't I if you asked me to
All the buildings are on fire, I keep running, never tire
I wonder if our time is through, I'm nervous when I'm next to you
I lie beneath you in the dark, thoughts still race, still miss their mark
Time for letting go, can't fall asleep in your arms
Sweet and compact
Composed and controlled, cajoled to grow old
Panic dials are moving up past six
Panic dials are doing usual things
I can't say I'm sick with this, I've had enough, untie my wrists
Emotions triggered but still left behind
Protectionism got me pressing rewind
Time for letting go, can't fall asleep in your arms
Sweet and compact
Time for letting go, can't fall asleep in your arms
Sweet and compact