We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters
This far but no further I'm hanging off a branch I'm teetering on the brink Oh! honey sweet So full of sleep I'm backsliding
You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do
All evidence has been buried All tapes have been erased But your footsteps give you away So you're backtracking
Ah ah ah You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do You fell into our, ah You fell into a
We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters
