I think I know the kind of girls round here,
Bite their thumb at me and say distasteful things.
I can see them in their backyard limbo,
Pray for rain on their parade.
With my taste for poison apples,
There I was, I was a jaded seventeen.
It’s just the weather giving me a headache.
It’s not my scene.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
If you ever had an inkling, baby,
All the trouble that my love would bring your way,
Would you still have sought my understanding,
Would you have cared to learn my name?
We are travellers in their cold country,
Spoke the language but we didn’t know the rules.
Couldn’t say that we had been mistaken.
They knew it too.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
But I know you never had your doubts about this
I had always thought someday I’d feel it.
Maybe I was wrong to say I found it’s
Not me it’s you...
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
Chastity Belt and Loose Tooth team up for a melancholy yet hopeful split 7-inch of alternative guitar rock brimful of emotional nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020