My mother said to me I would get in trouble
Our father won't come home cause he is seeing double


Our windy, endless spring
Your eyes are so misleading
That's when your car pulls up

Its hood is black and gleaming

A little wine

You stole a smile
The earth is wild
You've got no time


Wild in our ways
What will you make it

Heartless to say
Go on pretending


Once chance to fall behind the lines that would not let you
Can I believe in how the past is what will catch you