Politics of Love

I hear your voice in the wind
It follows me, it cuts right through the noise
As we spin on dance floors made of ice to rest your hand in mine
Steady now, ignore the sound
The breaking lines
The crack beneath our feet
As time runs out
[?] like a [?] frequency
Broadcast the waves or tune them out
What I see now

[Chorus}
I should’ve said something to you
When I saw you walk away
Instead I did nothing
And now you’re gone and it’s too late
So when you fog up the windows we used to look through
I should’ve said something
Yeah I should’ve said something to you

Like buried seeds in the ground
Invisible but growing underneath
Pushing out
Now tangled in the vine I hear the sound
Of [?] on the walls I’m following
The distant drums, I tune them out
[?] right before I fall asleep
I hear them loud

I should’ve said something to you
When I saw you walk away
Instead I did nothing
And now you’re gone and it’s too late
So when you fog up the windows we used to look through
I should’ve said something
Yeah I should’ve said something to you

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I should’ve said something
Yeah I should’ve said something
So when you fog up the windows we used to look through
I should’ve said something
I should’ve said something to you
I should’ve said something
I should’ve said something
I should’ve said something to you
To you