Warm Puddles Songtext
von Bin Day

Walking through warm puddles in bare feet
Walking to the corner where we used to always meet
Standing on the corner no surprises - you′re late
One of your "qualities" I really fucking hate


Waiting impatiently to do nothing with you
Waiting impatiently to do nothing with you
Breaking apples like you're gonna break me
Breaking apples like you′re gonna break me

Old time's feeling for old time's sake
Mornings on the orchard hey evenings on the lake
Holding hands and skipping stones
Breaking hearts, I was breaking bones

Breaking apples like you′re gonna break me
Breaking apples like you′re gonna break me
Breaking apples like you're gonna break me
Breaking apples like you′re gonna break me