Well I ain't written a
love song in so long
As your hair leads
down your spine
But I don't mind a few
lines tonight
I'll regret it for the
rest of time
Let your hips and your lips
and your fingertips
Slip against the city streets
Seepin' in again
Sleepin' in while my
friends get high on the
edge of the West Side Highway
Did you ever make it
back to Byron Bay
The day you told me
to quit drinkin'
And thinkin' that I's gonna
die before thirty
Your mom was so
worried about
All those kids in the house
tearin' picture frames down
Our fathers were never around
when we were younger
So let me go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let it go
Meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of
real smoke
So why'd you always keep me
so close
You were collectin' shells out
on the Bay Shore
You know I was a shell before
Deep in the hands of another
My brother
Had told me to leave
But I didn't believe
The evil beneath
some people you meet
out in Queens
The way the rain came down
the other day
in Byron Bay
Made me feel so alone
So I just went home
And scribbled some poem
That I know that you'll
never read
So let it go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let me go
Meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of
real smoke
Why'd you always keep it
so close
So let it go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet