The Besnard Lakes - People of the Sticks lyrics

Love among the ruins, on a "T" Hammered, we took to the street Armed with camera, caught in red, lipstick lips What were those peeps doing in the sticks? Kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything Put it in print, please A hand through the hair Crossed leg on the hood of your car But that was a different kick Glorious autumn leaves kicked by Buckle boots, from the big city Half-pipes in our friend's yards Brothers spinning on