Backdrifts

We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell

We got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifting

This far, but no further

I'm hanging off a branch

I'm teetering on the breaker

Honey, sweets, so full of sleep

I'm back sliding

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried, but there was nothing

We could do, whoo

Nothing we could do

All evidence has been buried

All tapes have been erased

But your footsteps give you away

So, you're back tracking

Ah, ah, ah

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried, but there was nothing

We could do, whoo

Nothing we could do

You fell into our

You fell into a

We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell?

We got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifts