Kingfisher - Tyler Butler
The last time we talked
You didn't have much to say
You were feeling weight of your eyes
We'd been to the art store
Your hand on your glass
Left fingerprints in condensation
It was early Friday evening
Sun was just setting;
We went driving too fast cigarettes burning
Our mouths shaping women
We are loose with our words
Passing long-distance runners on the side of the road
Because it's early in the evening
The sun is just setting;
We are driving too fast your arm out the window