Nothing Clever-Old Sea Brigade

Your house near 8 South I don’t remember right but I think that we were high My mouth near your mouth Working out if we’re aloud to say the things we feel out loud You wanted me to go first You waited for me to speak It’s nothing clever It was the simplest thing Just a terrified kid Once he had what he needed Your skin on my skin Just feeling you breathing That was five years ago It was nearly the spring That was five years ago It was nearly the spring And now we’ve calmed down I guess we’re getting older But I still want to hold you You moved from 8 South Now I don’t drive to see you I could just whisper in your ear Are we doing alright Now we don’t say it all the time We started this thing on fire Now we’re a quiet glow It’s not like there’s no desire Just so much more we know It’s nothing clever Was the simplest thing Just a terrified kid  Once he had what he needed Your skin on my skin I miss the way you breathe That was 5 years ago It was nearly the spring That was 5 years ago  It was nearly the spring