Lost Ships - Talons'

Stayed out of sight when the riots came

Then the fire caught our house

We threw our coats over our heads

Held our breath and headed out there

But I effed up and led us too far off

Without a clue how to survive

And as the leaves change, I grit my teeth

And try not to think that

This might be the end of us

Na na na na na

Oooh

Na na na na na

We’re gathering wood and telling jokes as the wind grows colder

God, I’m sorry I let you down

Hold her up to your ear, and pretend to call for pizza

Waitress smile

«Can you hear me now?»

«Can you hear me now?»