Old Mountain Bikes

I lied again to help myself
I lied to all my friends
You know its hard to make amends
When every mistake is just an means to an end
You told me i was all you want
You told me i was enough
I was the one person you trust
But its rough when your luck is nothing but tough
Tough luck

The sound of ice inside a glass
The sound of liquid in
I can feel your body quivering for love
But instead it just gets in
The sun light beating on our back
In the middle of July
Tried to remember what ...
Side by side
On our old mountain bikes
Side by side

Wintertime
Heat is not on but i feel warm
In your arms
Hung out to dry
On a very thin string
But i'm not scared
Below me there's nothing
Nothing