Tekstovi: Arab Strap. Screaming in The Trees.

We met on mutual ground
But you avoided my gaze
Until I lost your face
In the next morning's haze

You're shoes could've woken up the whole street
They drowned out the birds, screaming in the trees
We sat down on the stone stairs
And I watched the scars on your knees

We met on mutual ground
You fell out of your dress
This bar's not open late enough
So let's go home and make a mess

They smiled and left the room
To leave us with more space
But we stayed where we were
And just had a drink to the chase

A good night kiss equals a quick reaction
It's hard to believe, I'm fully grown
So as usual we partied on vague terms
So you could climb back on your thrown