1970's Build

I don't need you to calm down, baby I just need you to listen to me when I say Nothing's gonna be okay Nothing's gonna work out Blue bricks and a top floor barroom Looks like it was a 1970's Build She's falling apart from the thrill I keep walking by it Are you telling me secrets or is this a challenge? Do you cherish the truth now or where you have found it? Are you telling me secrets or is this a challenge? Do you cherish the truth now or where you have found it? Dress up for the top floor barroom Leave your gun at home, it's a fancy place Where everything will be okay As long as you believe that Baby, you know I don't like liars But all of my gray hairs, I've collected at will I'm falling apart from the thrill Of gaining weight and losing sleep Are you telling me secrets about you, about me? Do they hide in the floorplans of rectangle buildings? Are you telling me secrets about you, about me? Do they hide in the floorplans of rectangle buildings? Blue bricks and a top floor barroom Looks like it was a 1970's build She's falling apart from the thrill Just like you and I will