Composer : India Yelich O’Connor/Josh Grant/Lizzy Land

I would rather go to space

Than end up cold in your arms

I could watch you fade away

While I stay comfortably drunk

And I hate to feel it changing

Say I'm wrong

I can see it on your face when

You get home

Love you the same

But I'm afraid that

You might let me

Rip at the threads we wove together

And that scares me

Gave you all my younger days

While the lines grow on your face

You won't go

I hate the thought of us

I've been entranced by other bodies

And the stories before

Cold conversations turn to flames

All tangled up on the floor

But in the dark I think of us

And I'm haunted by the rush of your love

Love you the same

But I'm afraid that

You might let me

Rip at the threads we wove together

And that scares me

Gave you all my younger days

While the lines grow on your face

You won't go

I hate the thought of us

Talking late at night

Back when you were mine

This love feels hard to trust

I hate the thought of us

Hate the thought of us

Love you the same, but I'm afraid

Love you the same, but I'm afraid

Love you the same

But I'm afraid, you won't go

And I hate the way you do it every time

You twist and pull the threads until I fall in

Yeah, I could feel the change

But you were all I've ever known

Your the only one I want

Love you the same

But I'm afraid that

You might let me

Rip at the threads we wove together

And that scares me

Gave you all my younger days

While the lines grow on your face

You won't go

I hate the thought of us

Love you the same, but I'm afraid

I love you the same, but I'm afraid

Please don't go