The Re-Arranger - Mates of State

Red colonial houses lining all the snow white streets

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

all sleep

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)

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

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

Da da da da, da da

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

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

Kicking back all that fury there to the part of your head where it can live and

seethe

(You've got to bury it in your head)

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)

(Staring at the back twin trees)

Now I know what’s inside you, I know I don’t want you, I know I don’t want you

(While you’re spinning your anger red)

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)

Rearrange us, rearrange us

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Love loud, don’t lose loud

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rearrange us, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You’re the rearranger