Hearts Out to Dry
Dia Frampton, Meg Frampton
It's too late, you're too late
Reach for the window pane
Look to our childhood for screws that are loose, don't we?
We all know ourselves well
Winter has dug in its heels
Living like all love we worked for was something we stole
How does the wind sing so sweet
Even after all this time
How the lights dim, heavenly
Taking back what was mine
You should have seen the way you loved me
Leaving our hearts out to dry
You should have seen the way you left me
Leaving our hearts out to dry
How did we come to this?
Chips in the paint that we missed
Hard to put my finger down on the day it turned cold
June turned into July
Oh how the time will fly by
We were so careless to run from the words that we spoke