Am i loud and clear or am i breaking up?

Am i still your charm 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

Lets compare scars ill tell you whose is worse

Lets 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 wage
If love is a labor ill slave 'till the end
I wont cross these streets until you hold my hand

Ive been here so long i think that its time to move

The winters so cold summers over too soon

Lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

And ive 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 the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor ill slave 'till the end
i wont cross these streets until you hold my hand


swing life away
swing life away
swing life away
swing life away





Hmm. i love this song.
its so brutally honest.
passionate beyond believe.
its actual pretty powerful stuff, if you realte to it.