You're the rearranger

Defining the problems here, it's the threat at home of regret at home

Working out all our problems there in the back of the house where the ghosts all sleep

(Staring at the back twin trees)

(You've got a fury for the smallest things)

Red colonial houses lining all the snow white streets

You were turning in anger, she's staring at the back twin trees

Love loud, don't lose loud

Love loud, don't lose loud

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off

With that shot to the chest, boy, I know you mean it (You mean it, you mean it, you mean it)

I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off

And if you really wanna shake it off

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange us

Just stop and shake it off

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange

(Rearrange, rearrange, rearrange, rearrange us)

Da da da da, da da da da