Pretty Girls Make Graves - The New Romance lyrics

It started in our basement It started in our bedroom Got it in the basement Got it in the bedroom Got it in the garage Got it in on the rooftop Burns the fire inside my head It's revealing, fascinating We got it, we set the motion Now we have it in our hands We're selfish with the new romance What's ours is ours, and ours is secret There's no point in explanation If you don't know, then you won't know Restless, fed up tough and clever Wishing this would last forever Is futile when, you know it won't