Shane Smith & The Saints We Were Something
We paid off the debt we owed
You and I had a heavy load
But sure as the moon and the skies above
We were something
That we were
Was that the end of our story
Or a tear in the page?
Did the pen get too heavy?
Did the author go insane?
Were we never meant to happen?
Do we move on and figure out some new life?
To hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool could see
We were something
That we were
So take me home to the beginning
Or a cold Brooklyn night
To the streets of Cinque Terra
Beneath the Marfa Lights
Let me follow you to heaven
If they stop me, let me just fare thee well
To hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool could see
We were something
We were way too young to know we'd grow apart
What can I say to move your heart?
Are we over? Babe, are we over?
To hell with the old oak tree
You said it all, you said it all
As I begged you on my knees
And you said nothing
So to hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool could see
We were something
We were something
We paid off the debt we owed
You and I had a heavy load
But sure as the moon and the skies above
We were something
