Did you question your motives the last time

You chased a red dress in shadows on the wall

Past a half-empty cafe in a golden night

Dancing brush strokes your feet as they fall



Put the pin through the paper they'll find you someday

Hammered down beside me thrown aside on the way

Rolling your own in this beautiful fade

Put the pin through the paper

They'll find you someday



A night of red creek and filters to burn

On needles they sleep on their lie

No apologies accepted I know what they said

Feed the flames floating ash to sky



Put the pin through the paper they'll find us someday

Hammered down together thrown aside on the way

Rolling our own in this beautiful fade

Put the pin through the paper

They'll find you someday