Lyrics

When the parish school dismisses and the children running sing what with such sun behind you couldn't you be now and i can't read my own handwriting on some bar napkin back in the pocket of a jacket i haven't worn in months and the ink's blotting and bleeding was i making out a will or just another late let's make up and demand motives are subject to supply and demand motives are subject to supply and demand motives are subject to supply and demand