Terrence

And Terrence Lands on labor day, that humid summer
How could I forget how the record spins, his hair was longer
When he met that boy from the neighborhood, I can just see his face
And the picture slows down

His life as the man from Bensonhurst was merely over
And that neighborhood kid, and the dance they did at the crops car wash
While the nosy set from the neighborhood, they saw us at the pizza place
But nothing slowed them down
While the children played in hydrant spray, when we laid down

Ain't it fierce how from sun to ground, it's a trade?
Ain't it fierce how from night to day, it's a trade?

Ao hard to get the tourniquet with the Irish Catholic
When the Body Wants in the back seat of cars, the kiss is frigid
With his mustang drone, and the eyes that shine
So Heavy Through the Ginzo Parade, he knew he loved him then.
With his leather tan, those jeans so tight

And Then it Came, when peril set, that humid summer
Cuz when he was asked, the kid denied it all to their faces
Terrence said what gives, all this love we did?
In a basement we carved out a space, but you blew it up to waste
Then the final kiss, like mouthpiece spit, when we laid down

We lay wasted, on labor day, 8 years later
Out came the beers, and the plastic lawn chairs and, Terrence Came
We went separate ways, he lived in Spain, we never saw each other again, and the record spins
When the record spins, the band plugs in, when we laid down
Another summer that we bought then, when we laid down

Ain't it fierce how from sun to ground, it's a trade?
Ain't it fierce how from night to day, it's a trade?