Shane Smith & the Saints - We Were Something

We paid off the debt we owed
You and I had a heavy load
But sure as the moon in the skies above
We were something
We were

Cause at the end of our story
We're tearing the page
Did the pen get too heavy
Did the author go insane
Were we never meant to happen
Do we move on and figure out
Some new life

To hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool can see
We were something
We were

So take me home to the beginning
Or a cold Brooklyn night
To the streets of Cinque Terre
Beneath the Marfa lights
Let me follow you to heaven
If they stop me, let me just fare thee well

To hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool can see
We were something

We were way too young
To know we'd grow apart
What can I say
To move your heart
Are we over?
Babe, are we over?

To hell with the old oak tree
You said it all, you said it all
As I begged you on my knees
And you said nothing
So to hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool can see
We were something
We were something

We paid off the debt we owed
You and I had a heavy load
But sure as the moon in the skies above
We were something

Written by:
Shane Smith

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Lyrics © ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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