We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell we've got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifters

This far but no further

I'm hanging off a branch

I'm teetering on the brink

Oh honey sweet

So full of sleep

I'm backsliding

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do

All evidence has been buried

All tapes have been erased

But your footsteps give you away

So you're backtracking

Ah ah ah

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do

You fell into our ah

You fell into a

We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell we've got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifters