Same Side Songtext
von Philippe Bronchtein

Baptist churches and kudzu strangle
Lies like balding tires
The bird′s in the brine, the pork's in the rub
It′s really just a matter of time
Well, neither of us been sleeping all that well
Maybe try switching sides
The butterfly bush is mostly dead
It's covered in moths and flies

But if you let it linger, the devil starts dreaming
If you let it simmer, the pot starts steaming
Baby, I'm all ears, listening through hot tears
Praying that you′ll hear me too
I won′t end up on the same side of the truth
Yeah, I won't end up on the same side of the truth


Listen to the birdsong from my front door
Thinking of my cardinal home
Dancing in the kitchen, your ear against my chest
Slowly burn a hole in the floor
But I′m burning through forgiveness like engine oil
I can see the smoke starting to rise
There's more than one way to say the wrong thing
It can come out cruel or kind

But if you let it linger, the devil starts dreaming
If you let it simmer, the pot starts steaming
Baby, I′m all ears, listening through hot tears
Praying that you'll hear me too
I won′t end up on the same side of the truth
Yeah, I won't end up on the same side of the truth
I won't end up on the same side of the truth
Yeah, I won′t end up on the same side of the truth