Wayfarer - Slipped Lyrics

Oh goddam it slipped my memory
These lines seem dull they keep shorting out on me
Crossed wires on quiet streets

If you'll excuse the noise my chest's making
It pumps and skips like we're still seventeen
You haven't missed a beat

We tilled, we dug, we grew something
We harvest just enough to eat
Each other's mouths we work to feed

We tilled, we dug, we grew something
Are you still proud to share these seeds
I feel as wild as those weeds

We tried to criticize, to let the deck just flood
We managed to grow aligned from seed to crop to dust

The good all grows in straight lines
We keep these fields pristine
When it's done pouring outside
We'll tame these wild weeds

Drank and dined into the night
The smoke would twist and fuss
The city came alive with light
They swore it'd mention us

Still pirouetting through my mind
I let it mess me up
Matching strides I fall in line
Won't let it slip me up