trash

Suede

Maybe, maybe it¹s the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it¹s our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it¹s our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it¹s our looseness,
But we¹re trash, you and me,
We¹re the litter on the breeze,
We¹re the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It¹s in everything we do,
It¹s in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe it¹s the things we say,
The words we¹ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it¹s our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it¹s the times we¹ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it¹s our sweetness,
But we¹re trash, you and me,
We¹re the litter on the breeze,
We¹re the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It¹s in everything we do,
It¹s in everything we do...