Moving Minors Over County Lines

(albüm: Field Rexx - 2004)

This is such a mess, I can hardly get undressed
Your sister puts the rest of us to shame
Dancing on some beds, with her toenails painted red
Her radio just rocking in the rain

So, cowboy's on the lawn, and the sun is almost gone
Hold your breath and kiss me on the knee, we'll see
Firecrackers stashed in a giant wad of cash
Just looking for the hook that holds the key, we'll see

Old enough to kiss you on the mouth
Yeah, you're young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon
Bright blown wings are holding up the sky
And I'm finding they're one thousand years too soon, soon

So dry, let her drop, we're the last ones left alive
Just digging through the glove box for a sign, oh my
Handful of regrets and a broken cigarette
Yeah, just moving minors over county lines, oh my

Old enough to kiss you on the mouth
Yeah, you're young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon
Bright blown wings are holding up the sky
And I'm finding they're one thousand years too soon, soon