I could die like this,
Living in your sitting room,
The lights are a mess,
But look what they do to the room.
You're dancing round the conversation,
Like I never knew how,
I'm just a little too loud,
I’m just a little too loud.
I know I said we earned it,
But you were right we got lucky kid.
I get into arguments,
About singular possessive nouns,
You're making jokes that get lost in the crowd,
Too funny I don't doubt.
I stumble as I slur to the ground,
Mouthing sounds that amount,
That amount to I love you,
Did I just say I love you?
I know I said we earned it,
But you were right we got lucky kid.
I'm sorry I dropped it,
It fell to twenty three pieces of blue on your floor,
Send everyone home I'll fix whatever it is,
I'm a little too drunk to be polite any more.
I know I said we earned it,
But you were right we got lucky kid.
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021