Am I loud and clear
or am i breaking up
am i still your charme
or am i just bad luck
are we getting closer
or are we just getting more lost

I' ll show you mine
if you show me yours first
let's compare scars
I' ll tell you whose is worse
let's unwrite these pages
and replace them with our own words

we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wages
if love is a labour I'll slave till the end
i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long
think that it's time to move
the winter's so cold
summer's over too soon
so let's pack our bags and
settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends
some that i hardly know
we've had some times
i wouldn't trade for the world
we chase these days down with talks of
places that we will go

we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wages
if love is a labour I'll slave till the end
i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

swing life away (4x)