Tekstovi: Chris Garneau. Black & Blue.

Air-conditioning is cold,
summers hot and love is old
i wish i was smaller,
i little creepy crawler.

Theirs lovers sin in this town,
lovers cannot let down,
the summers hot as hell here you know,
if we think we can drink now,
we wont stop cos we dont know how,
it's cold, but we love
how it feels alright

I sweat it all out, you sweat a lot too
we heart the same, the same black and blue
ohh ohhhh , i wanna catch my difficult
ohh ohhhhh , cos i'm scared i'm growing old
ohhh oh oh , don't return the love i give
ohhhh oh oh, your still my favourite

Trouble's win in this town,
Trouble's dont turn upside-down,
ohh - they shit on the last bit of fun

Theres sin all around,
Lovers cannot let down,
and the winter wears and tears
our bones.

There's a man in this town
is shooting us down, he
thinks he's a big man but he doesnt know anything about us or anything at all.

At night he lies awake,
and his heart aches,
cos its cold - ohh ohh old,
he sweats it out all the night through,
and he throws up all over me and you.

ohh ohhh, i wanna catch my difficult
ohhh ohhh, cos i'm scared of growin old
ohh oh ohh, don't return the love i gave you
ohhh oh oh, your still my favourite