注释:
From the sticks to the big smoke
She looked out the window barely spoke
Some
things in life are hard to swallow
The first thing that we will do
When we get there is rent a room
Our sprints on the wind will have to follow
We'll say all
our goodbyes
We'll cut all
of our ties
Midnight ferry crossing
Some people see it from miles away
Others just wake up one day
And the rug is pulled from underneath their feet
That night i waltzed across the ice
With bunting over my shoulders
And a hunting knife in my teeth
We said all
our goodbyes
We cut all
of our ties
