Late July, early evening, and here I wait I let the engine idle just in case You've got your feet up on the dash there Your head thrown back grinning face in the air And we both pretend like we don't care 'Cause you're scared to say you're scared of shadows So you better grab your gloves We're both boxers, babe, we don't make love
I know that hawks don't share You won't tell mе what you see from way up there Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that wе mistrust
The sea of sadness she is starving and you'll feed her frowns Like a fool I'll follow, tenderly I'll drown 'Cause I've got a soft spot for your madness and your fierce embrace And the quiet violence in your face
I know that hawks don't share You won't tell me what you see from way up there Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that we mistrust I know that hawks don't share You won't tell me what you see from way up there Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that we mistrust That we mistrust