People Of The Sticks Lyrics

Love among the ruins on a T
Hammered we took to the street
Armed with camera, caught in red lipstick lips
What were those people doing in the sticks?

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth
Oh kindred, we just wanted to feel everything

Put it in print please
A hand through the hair
Crossed leg on the hood of your car
But that was a different kick

Glorious autumn leaves kicked by
Buckle boots from the big city
Half pipes in our friends' yards
Brothers spinning on

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth
Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything

All this remembrance..
I won't ask for a sign, there have been enough