Lucksmiths
How We Met
Late the other nightOur friends already leavingI saw you step outsideIt was cold out thereIn the autumn airI'd hate for you to thinkI was keeping tracking all eveningBut I trawled the laundry sinkFor one last beerAnd your voice came clearAs you shared the cigaretteI heard you telling StevenA tale called 'How We Met'All those years agoIt's one I know by heartMy favorite partIs the way we had to smile helloFor the static on the stereoJust then
From Letras Mania