We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifters



This far but no further

I'm hanging off a branch

I'm teetering on the brink

Oh honey sweet

So full of sleep

I'm backsliding



You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do



All evidence has been buried

All tapes have been erased

But your footsteps give you away

So you're backtracking



Ah ah ah

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do

You fell into our, ah

You fell into a



We're rotten fruit

We're damaged goods

What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We're backdrifters