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.