Rooftops - Prawn

We waste our days on old rooftops

Joining our old forlorn cores

Giving back our borrowed time

Talking theory, theory of minds

I can’t stand this place any more than you can

I can’t stand this place any more than you can

Staring past the sparrows perched to somethin'

We waste our days with sunburnt skin

Kissing ours and caving in

These rooftops will grow again

These rooftops will grow again

But I

But I

I’d rather grow old on the sea

Than wither on the L

I’d rather play my piecemeal music

Than mimic a charlatan

(I know you did)

It’s a pretty fucked up thing you said

It’s a pretty fucked up thing you said

It’s a pretty fucked up way to live intense

Your right arm

The good one

Or say it to my face

We’re separate but the same

I can’t distinguish us

We’re separate but the same

I can’t distinguish us

We’re separate but the same

I can’t distinguish us