Screaming In The Trees

We met on mutual ground

But you avoided my gaze

Until I lost your face

In the next mornings haze

Your shoes couldve 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 bars not open late enough

So lets 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

But its hard to believe I'm fully grown

So as usual we parted on vague terms

So you could climb back on your thrown