Everyone Requires A Plan

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't give you It's all been a sleight of hand I know it was you I know it was you --- Everyone Requires A Plan - The Lumineers