People of the Sticks - The Besnard Lakes

Love among the ruins, on a T

Hammered, we took to the street

Armed with camera, caught in red lipstick lips

What were those peeps doing in the sticks?

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth

Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything

Put it in print please

A hand through the hair

Crossed leg on the hood of your car

But that was a different kick

Glorious autumn leaves kicked by

Buckle boots, from the big city

Half-pipes in our friend’s yards

Brothers spinning on

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth

Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything