Idlewild

It felt cold inside, so we threw the radio onto the fire
It felt good to watch it, burn away to nothing
You said you felt weak
I hope its got nothing to do
With the things you told me
Nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
You’ve got nothing but determination
To come in third
You were always going to be like this
If it’s somewhere that’s as cold as this
You were always meant to be like this
In the cold
It felt warm inside, so we threw the television on the fire
It wasn’t frustration, because I had nothing to throw away