Wet socks in the mountains
And all the memories that hurt my sides
Tent poles reel us all in
As the fire stones heat the wine
Lost souls tossed to the wind
So we caught it just to see what we'd find
Caught the road, packed our clothes in
Let the tyres and the tracks decide
I still think all the time about the sour faces on the side
Sat in a Michelin guide
Told you the tyres would decide
I try to question why it feels like innocence is such a crime
Because this is it until we fly
I'll grab my slice of the pie
But the downpour tastes divine
Cause now I know that we'll be fine
We'll hang our coats on the line
The smell of smoke grips my mind
The gravestones on the floor
It's sobering to be sure
That life is never much more
Than being with friends at the shore
I found my breath camping solo
Yeah it was something about the closeness of kin
Waking up to alarm bells
Of the sunlight kissing my skin
Busy thoughts hung in my mind
Felt like chimes getting caught by the wind
Yeah that silence was beautiful
Found a home inside my skin
I still think all the time about us playing cards all through the night
No-one went down without a fight
Our stubbornness measured right
And even locked up tight we haven't lost faith in shared nights
It colours everything in life
It's in the rhythm of the night
But the downpour tastes divine
Cause now I know that we'll be fine
We'll hang our coats on the line
The smell of smoke grips my mind
The gravestones on the floor
It's sobering to be sure
That life is never much more
Than being with friends at the shore