None of These Things - Hot Chip

We used to be nothing but smart

Fresh from the thrill with love in our hearts

We used to spend no time apart

Fresh from the kill with blood on our palms

You used to see nothing but me

There was a time I set your heart free

I thought you saw nothing but her

Your vision was pure, my vision was blurred

None of these things are true

Until you make them true

And you can make them true

None of these things are true

But you can make them true

And you can make them true

I thought I caught your light in my hand

My notion was poor, the limits were grand

I think too much and act even less

The pain starts to smart, it’s you I undress

None of these things are true

Until you make them true

And you can make them true

None of this ruins you

Unless you make it true

And you can make it true