by Future Clouds and Radar

She gets so broken, she can’t mend
And I get so blown away, I can’t understand
How this little apartment always stays so cold
Our love’s in currency that I can’t hold

We could build, we could build Havana

I get so lost in this arcade
Her misery blows me off the midway
There’s a subtle perfume underneath her words
Some cold between us next to all that hurts

We could build, we could build Havana (x2)
Oh yeah

When some guy shows up from her past
I get so blown away that I have to ask
Am I only someone here who burns your toast?
I don’t want to spend my years on someone’s ghost

We could build, we could build Havana (x3)
Build Havana
Oh yeah