In The End Of The Lane

In the end of the lane
I saw your face
Sensual attention
Described the place
We braced ourselves
On the outskirts of our town

Sleeping in the bedrooms
Without pillows facedown
Waster at the disco
He’s just a little boy
Compares the cruel whiskey
To other alcohol

Someone in the city
Takes a tangled stroll
Someone in the village
Creates the tesla toys

Its often in my mind
You know I'm damn right
There's nothing to be shy
Its just a simple lie

In the end of the lane
I saw your face
Sensual attention
Described the place
We braced ourselves
On the outskirts of our town

Someone in the city
Takes a tangled stroll
Someone in the village
Creates the tesla toys