Damn Sure Songtext

von Laura Gibson

Damn sure about it

We covered our bodies in the mud and moss
Drunk on the rhythm of a cricket's song
We were damn sure about it

And love was a shape in the slippery light
A flame on a moth at moonless night
We were damn sure about it

Caught in the arm of a blue-eyed storm
Rain on cloth on muscle on bone
We were damn sure about it

And love was a half-blurred poem you wrote
The creak in the moan of the hardwood floor
Damn sure about it

We were damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it
We were damn, damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it

Well, I changed my name the day I left
I cut my hair, I hemmed my dress
I was damn sure about it

You were playing piano in an empty room
Ringless finger, a calloused thumb
Damn sure about it

We were damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it
We were damn, damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it

Now I'm lost in the belly of a cold museum
Staring at the beaks on the bird-faced men

Now you're sitting in the kitchen with someone else
Stacking up peels of your clementines

Damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it
We were damn sure about it

Damn sure about it

Damn sure about it