We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
What the hell, we 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 a brink
Honeysweet so full of sleep
I'm backsliding
You fell into our arms
We tried, but there was nothing we could do
All evidence has been buried
All tapes have been erased
But your footprints give you away
So you're backtracking
You fell into our arms
We tried, but there was nothing we could do
We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
What the hell we got nothing more to lose
One gust and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifters