Lyrics

I was born in the year of punk
And I am not afraid
Junkyard dogs together run
They bite before they’re laid

There was something in the air
On that day.
It felt like anything could happen
Mistakes would be made

Hold on. Your apparition’s at my place.
Hold on. We’ll turn about and make space.
Hold on. My sister says this will pass.
Hold on. I need to be in the place you are.

Cautious, hopeful, overwhelmed.
But ready just in case.
For the problems of the world.
Their waiting warm embrace.

Put your keys into the bowl.
This game must be played.
You’re so alive in softer light.
Mistakes have been made.

She says you’re no one’s, clear air.
Through candlelight tears.
It’s all played out.
She said we’ve never, been friends.
And that’s why we’re here.
So won’t you just sit down.