Verse 1
Late July, early evenin’,
And here I wait.
Cut the engine up
Just in case.
And you’ve got your feet up
On the dash there you,
Head down back
Grinnin’ face in the air.
And we both pretend like
We don’t care.
Cuz you’re scared to say
You’re scared of shadows so you
Better grab your gloves
We’re both boxes babe,
We don’t make love.
Chorus
I know that hawks don’t share you oh,
Tell me what you see
From way up there.
Our wings will rust in hell.
Cruel it is that we mistrust.
Verse 2
And I see your sadness
She’s starting in you
You feed her frowns like a
Fool I follow
Finally I’ll drown.
Cuz I got a soft spot
For your madness and
Your fierce embrace.
And the quiet valance in your face.
Chorus
I know that hawks don’t share you oh,
Tell me what you see
From way up there.
Our wings will rust in hell.
Cruel it is that we mistrust.
Instrumental
Chorus
I know that hawks don’t share you oh,
Tell me what you see
From way up there.
Our wings will rust in hell.
Cruel it is that we mistrust…
That we mistrust.
