Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
I've been here so long, thinking it's time to move.
Winter's so cold, summer's over too soon.
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow.
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know.
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world.
We chase down these days with talks of the places that we will go.
We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Until you hold my hand.
I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Swing life away.
Swing life away.
Swing life away.
Swing life away.