Guild League 17 Summer
Crush or be crushed, 17 summer
Lusting to trust, we'll sing out the numbers
Crush or be crushed, push at the barriers
Lusting to trust that strange hands will carry us
In the stillness of the school hall
Behind the lectern
I felt your fingers burn
Up the back of my shirt
Crush or be crushed, 17 summer
Lusting to trust, we'll sing out the numbers
Crush or be crushed, push at the barriers
Lusting to trust that strange hands will carry us
In the stillness of the cellar
You settle beside her
Twice fold your jacket and you
Rest your head
Will you ever be happier?
Don't burn my name in your forearm
You'll regret it when you're twenty
And don't do yourself any more harm
Who else understands all the letters you sent me?
