We sing our love songs in the dark So no one has to hear the sparks We hold our seances by streetlamp light In Queen's Park, when the moon's just right Tom says he can hear the colours When he holds his eyes together real tight I want permanence in the little things While I leak rust from my broken jeans I want to feel chaotic But calm enough to hold you in the morning We look for patterns in the static Play hide and seek in your deathtrap of an attic There's a door that leads to nothing Well, I'm sure that stands for something But I hold my breath And pray when the summer ends You still haven't found me I want permanence in the little things While I leak rust from my broken jeans I want to feel chaotic (chaotic) But calm enough to hold you in the morning I want it all and I want nothing I wish this came with instructions I'd press up up down down, left right left Watch my beat-up vans become a private jet And we could fly out to Alaska I'll ride my bike till I reach the highlands Bathe everything in kerosene And sing "bye bye Miss American Pie" Pushed your Toyota to the motor But the tank ran dry I want permanence in the little things While I leak rust from my broken jeans I want to feel chaotic (chaotic) But calm enough to hold you in the morning I want permanence in the little things (I want permanence) While I leak rust from my broken jeans I want to feel chaotic (chaotic) But calm enough to hold you in the morning In the morning