Forrest - The Smith Street Band

She yelled, «Tell Jesus he’s a fucking loser

The wedding went better than the party with the city boozers»

Learnt you can’t take photos of the stars

The cops will drive you home if you’re too drunk to start the car

Drove through late night highways soaked in heavy cloud

Gripped your leg a little tighter when we started spinning out

Sat motionless across both lanes

I looked at you and said, «It's okay!

We’re okay!»

I wanna kiss you on the mouth

A little bit too hard

It took years to figure out

Who we actually are, woo!

Don’t play two shots around here, mate

Pub rules are you deal with whoever you’ve decided to play

Juddy got back from visiting his cousin in jail

But his cousin had escaped!

You said you didn’t want anyone to talk

And I suggested you stopped being so goddamn memorable

Slowly turned around in a muddy clearing

One day back towards the mountain

One step closer to disappearing and I said

I wanna kiss you on the mouth

A little bit too hard

It took years to figure out

Who we actually are

I wanna kiss you on the mouth

A little bit too hard

And pack a bag for the city

Sometimes coming home

Feels more like leaving

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

Satellites and magnets

Patience and sleep

And I’m staring down the barrel

And you look so good

Toward the fire we will go

Dumb kids on a country road

Payday beers are drunk and thrown

Into next fortnight’s overflow

Despite my deeply seeded doubts

Still wanna kiss you on the mouth

I wanna kiss you on the mouth

A little bit too hard

It took years to figure out

Who we actually are

I wanna kiss you on the mouth

A little bit too hard