I gave her white wine and wicker roses
We got caught in our velvet poses
It is a truth based on a lie
Dressed in the world’s worst alibi

We’d spindle and mutilate
Bounced around way upstate
Young kids dressed in black forever
No matter the weather

And we came apart like glue
Withered the turning of the screws
Grief was a thief that stoled so deep
But there is something underneath

Love single file
All I lost was denial
Love single file
Hanging over full of style

I love the wrong kind of women
They take more than they’re giving
By the time she came around
I was heading out of town

Through the neon and rockies
I chased her until she caught me
Where do you see yourself in 20 years?
Not where you’d expect

And we showed all our cards
Even when it got too hard
Things won’t always go our way
But there are some things here to stay

Love single file
All I lost was denial
Love single file
Hanging over full of style