Chris Taylor - Excuses lyrics

You tried to taste me And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body Our bones are too heavy to come up Squished into a single cell of wood I made an excuse You found another way to tell the truth I put no one else above us We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust Dum-da-dum Da-dum da-dum Da da-dum Da-dum da-dum Da dum Da da-dum We are so smooth now Our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down Old bodies slip when they make love We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above