old lover, you miss me
over the ocean,
I hope this finds you well
warm sun on my back
the earth on its axis
the violence when we met we re good people
but why don t we show it? dead birds on the stairwell
some ugly morning
fell from their nests
no, don t tell your parents
when we start sharing each other s beds we re good people
but why don t we show it? i want to raise dogs, dogs and money
stop threatening to leave town
and i ll stop running
we re good people
but why don t we show it?