so here, it's your last chance
to apologize for all the things I've done wrong
and all these lonely walks I walked alone
and all these terrifying nights I spent alone
and you know that...

if I had it all,
every breath of your whispers good night,
I would trade it all
for the wind to sting our blood shot eyes
and sweep us off our tired feet
and spins us around so you can see if we're just walking circles

it gets cold on the shore
and I'm not sure it gets much better where we are going
so buckle up, lock your door,
because here on out i'm driving
and I've got the radio tuned to the last station you cried to
well, baby, it gets warm tonight

that's when you say we'll bury the hatchet now
well, there's a soft spot in my spine
you say we'll bury the hatchet now
well, there's a soft spot in your spine

with your first through these walks
and your bones through flesh
take a look at the mess we made

if I had it all,
every breath of your whispers good night,
I would trade it all
for the wind to sting our blood shot eyes
and sweep us off our tired feet
and spins us around so you can see if we're just walking circles

you say we'll bury the hatchet now
well theres a soft spot in my spine
you say we'll bury the hatchet now
well theres a soft spot in your spine