Scarlett Lyrics

We stand at South Station

Crossed arms and forced conversation

Neither wanting to take blame for some altercation I can't reclaim

But we talk

yeah we talk

yeah we talk

Cause a bit of farewell's bad luck

We argue with crimson violet

Hot stares and cold, flowered silence

I guess that's our way, you and me

Tender hearts, temper fits

And that's the way it'll be

Unless we try and change it

But I hate

yeah I hate

How it makes me still feel like a kid

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

At the station I think of Scarlett

Old friend from the farmer's market

She's encyclopedic on greenery and seedlings

And likes lots of people but keeps to herself

After spending the year by a hospitable bed

And now Scarlett has no one to argue with

Oh, Scarlett has no one to argue with

Oh, Scarlett has no one to argue with

And I start to lose taste for our arguments

Knowing Scarlett has no one to argue with