This song is every single gray Fall afternoon. Every one.
And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea In favour of the mean, mean moves And back doors to the heart from where we always, always fall apart
And you will slide on the back of my bike And you will slide on the back seat of my bike And I will ride you home drunken in the rain And you will win again and again
Now it’s your turn you will tie me to the tree Now it’s your turn you will tie me to the tree And you will sing and sing forever you and me But in the dark I wonder what you see…