Backdrifts. (Honeymoon Is Over.)
We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goodsWhat the hell, we got nothing more to loseOne gust and we will probably crumbleWe're backdrifters
This far, but no furtherI'm hanging off a branchI'm teetering on a brinkHoneysweet so full of sleepI'm backsliding
You fell into our armsWe tried, but there was nothing we could do
All evidence has been buriedAll tapes have been erasedBut your footprints give you awaySo you're backtracking
You fell into our armsWe tried, but there was nothing we could do
We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goodsWhat the hell we got nothing more to loseOne gust and we will probably crumbleWe're backdrifters