When we were smart enough to stop, we’d engine off and let the lights run down the battery, throwing pebbles at the sea untill the dusk, untill our tired arms dropped
And it's criminal, for what it is
If we get away with this we get away with everything I think I think i'll take that drink
Where does the luck form?
We spent the weekend waking up to the storm
I guess Chloe was right
How the winds blow and the weathervanes creak into the night
How they always point the same way
You’d tell yrself they’re rusted up
You’d tell yrself yr never lost
Where does the luck form?
Where does the guilt fit?
I know how yr dress ripped
We spent the weekend waking up to this