Screaming in the Trees

We met on mutual ground But you avoided my gaze Until I lost your face In the next morning's haze You're shoes could've woken up the whole street They drowned out the birds, screaming in the trees We sat down on the stone stairs And I watched the scars on your knees We met on mutual ground You fell out of your dress This bar's not open late enough So let's go home and make a mess They smiled and left the room To leave us with more space But we stayed where we were And just had a drink to the chase A good night kiss equals a quick reaction It's hard to believe, I'm fully grown So as usual we partied on vague terms So you could climb back on your thrown --- Screaming in the Trees - Arab Strap