Ghost in the Willow - X-Mas Tinder

In the summer we were feeling wreckless
Had a kiss wind up on our lips
By the light of your dad's station wagon
We'll make excuses I can't fathom
In the stereo our favourite bands are screaming
From our chest, two hearts beating

And I'm a million miles away
And I can't recall the day
That my guts have shit for brains
My guts have shit for brains
My guts have shit for brains

By the winter we were done like recess
X-mas tinder felt like a big mess
Clear as mud I was getting nowhere
But your Mom says "Hun you're now here"
We'll grab a beer and some friends at Wisco
In the end the baggage had to go

And I'm a million miles away
And I can't recall the day
That my guts have shit for brains
My guts have shit for brains
My guts have shit for brains

And I'm a million miles away
And I can't recall the day
That my guts have shit for brains

Written by:
Gil Rodriguez

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