Testo: Arcade Fire. Arcade Fire. Old Flame.

You knew in five minutes but I knew in a sentence
You knew in five minutes but I knew in a sentence

So why do we go through all of this again?
Your eyes are flutterin' such pretty wings
A moth, flyin' into the same old flame again
It never ends

It's not like I dropped the bomb
On my conscience, mom
It takes fightin' day and night
To make such a good thing die

Out, everyone out, I give too much shit a home
In my heart and mind, it gets me every time

So why do we go through all this shit again
Your eyes are flutterin' such pretty wings
A moth flyin' into me, the same old flame again