[ Featuring the pigeons ]
We were speeding, speeding in a real slow car
We both got questions, we're too afraid to ask
So now I guess how your day's been, the unknown's a bigger deal in the dark
I miss the delicate way that you show me, you're the strongest person I know
And I don't like where we're heading, speeding in a car that's real slow
Hunting on the banks of the river, couple dogs, red wine, then it's home
Tell me who else cooking your dinner, in a kitchen with no stove
I haven't got any money, ain't got too much of anything
But you make me feel something, and we were speeding but I wasn't strapped in
It's f*cking boring, I'm drifting, it's f*cking boring, still listening
Revision of a f*cking revision, I wish I did but said I'm glad that I didn't
I'll throw the sink in the kitchen, and swallow all of your missing
Count the seconds, take hundreds of minutes, you were shooting stars, I was shooting clay pigeons
But we've been speeding, speeding in a real slow car
And we've been bleeding, picking all of our scars
We shouldn't be speeding, driving fast now, drifting apart
I was shooting clay pigeons
I was shooting clay pigeons
I was shooting clay pigeons
I was shooting clay pigeons
