Lyrics from vinyl art

Play with a shadow, sing into a paper bag

Nadine, Nadine

Sometimes things come up

If you get distant we can sift through tall grass and through mud

I care to stick to you like a clot

Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk

That's love, baby

That's love, I think I know

Not drugs, not drunk

Just biting down through the center and through clothes

You walked by a church and you said it tripped you out

By a cobble road where stolen art burned down

You feel ugly when you think you see their thoughts

I feel ugly when they ask if I'd drop bombs

No, no

No, no

I care to stick to you like a clot

Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk

That's love, baby

That's love, I think I know

No tons, no guns

Just biting down through the center and through clothes