We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell We got nothing more to lose One gust & we Will probably crumble We're backdrifters. This far but no further I'm hanging off a branch I'm teetering on the brink Oh Honeysweet So full of sleep I'm backsliding. You fell into our arms We tried But there was nothing We could do All evidence has been buried. All tapes have been erased. But your footprints Give you away so You're backtracking.