Paroles
She yelled
"Tell Jesus he's a fucking loser"
The wedding went better than the party with the city boozers
Learnt you can't take photos of stars
The cops will drive you home if you're too drunk to start the car
Drove through late-night highways soaked in heavy cloud
Gripped your leg a little tighter when we started spinning out
Sat motionless across both lanes
I looked at you and said: "It's ok, we're ok!"
"I wanna kiss you on the mouth"
A little bit too hard
It took years to figure out
Who we actually are, woah
Don't play two shots around here, mate
Pub rules are you deal with whoever you've decided to play
Juddy got back from visiting his cousin in jail
But his cousin was escaped!
You said you didn't want anyone to talk
And I suggested you stop being so goddamn memorable
Slowly turned around
In a muddy clearing
One day back towards the mountains
One step closer to disappearing and I said
"I wanna kiss you on the mouth"
A little bit too hard
It took years to figure out
Who we actually are
I wanna kiss you on the mouth
A little bit too hard
And pack a bag for the city
Sometimes coming home
Feels more like leaving, woah
Woah
Satellites and magnets
Patience and sleep
And I'm staring down the barrel and you look so
Good
Toward the fire we will go
Dumb kids on a country road
Payday beers are drunk and thrown into next fortnight's overflow
Despite my deeply seated doubts
Still wanna kiss you on the mouth
I wanna kiss you on the mouth
A little bit too hard
It took years to figure out
Who we actually are
I wanna kiss you on the mouth
A little bit too hard