Perennial Lyrics

Not far off from burning down the pine trees

Sick of everything green

How many sentimental earrings have we lost here?

City seems like bad year

Sand keeps falling from my shoes

But it's been a long time since I last saw seaside

Those streets were like a living room

Have a seat where you choose, ancient stones will hold you

Kept a spare in my closet

Never knew what caused it to whisper gently

When I had nowhere to go

Records holding in the back room

Long enough to make you ache

For those times back then

For those times back then

Who will you bring to the party next year?

Too many questions floating out there

I am not far off from burning down the pine trees

Makes me sick, I hate the way they stay green

How many sentimental earrings have we lost here?

Don't make this a bad year