Screaming In The Trees کے بول

We met on mutual ground but you avoided my gaze until I lost your face in the next morning's haze. You're shoes could've woken up the whole street. They drowned out the birds screaming in the trees. We sat down on the stone stairs and I watched the scars on your knees. We met on mutual ground. You fell out of your dress. This bar's not open late enough, so let's go home and make a mess. They smiled and left the room to leave us with more space but we stayed where we were and just had a drink to the chase. A good night kiss equals a quick reaction but it's hard to believe I'm fully grown. So as usual, we parted on vague terms, so you could climb back on your thrown.