When they get to talking seems there's nothing much to say
And they're trying to look past it by their hair gets in the way
Their arms are crossed, their jackets torn, their youth left lost, abandoned
Candid videos of broken homes, a stereo of footsteps fading
Always too polite
Drive her home tonight
Falls asleep beside
Circling up in backyards 'cause we never learned what's right
Nothing left inside that house except the smoky air
They hope to God their torn up photographs will never be repaired
And stared with glassy eyes at passing firetrucks that made no sound
Because there's nothing left to burn when there is nobody around
Younger than we like
Hide her from the night
Instinct leads to fight
Circling up in backyards 'cause we'll never reunite
credits
from Ugly Mornings,
released November 27, 2011
Music by Ugly Mornings
Lyrics by Will Feinstein/Adrien Defontaine
Drums - Dan Moakley
Bass - Danny Sullivan
Guitars - Eli Dreyfus, Adrien Defontaine
Keys - Stephen Yell
Lead Vocals - Adrien Defontaine
Backup Vocals - Eli Dreyfus