My mother said to me that 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 It's 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 One chance to fall behind the lines that would not let you Can I believe in how the past is what will catch you
