Backdrifts

We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods What the hell? We've 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 brink of Honey sweets, so full of sleep I'm backsliding You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried, but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do All evidence has been buried All tapes have been erased But your footsteps give you away So you're backtracking Ah, ah, ah, you fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried, but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do You fell into our- You fell into our- We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods What the hell? We've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters