baby, dont you worry so much   cause under our clothes, we're wild still   and, yeah, i think of breaking up   as it's fall and your hair's getting long   you tell me it's over your shoulders now   over the phone   and it's hard 'cause i never seen it that long   well, i can't even picture where you're living now   so i build these stupid crushes on   all the pretty girls here   and i sing songs like   "tonight i'm throwing gasoline on an old flame"   'cause nicole   everything dies   everything dies in the winter   everything dies in the winter months   everything dies in the winter    everything dies in the winter months   so what?   let's not worry so much   'cause under our clothes we're wild still   and, yeah, i think of breaking up   with the winter coming on   i'm just looking for a hand to warm mine   oh oh, oh fire   with the winter coming on   i'm just looking for a hand to warm