Everyone Requires a Plan - The Lumineers

He whispers secrets through a thick mustache

And she listens to him

Flicks her cigarette’s ash

And smoke hangs velvet curtains

And hides her lips

And she hopes to hell it’s worth all her health risks

I know it was you

I know it was you

'Cause everyone requires a plan

I can give you

It’s all been a sleight of hand

I know it was you

I know it was you