Old Mountain Bikes

I lied again to help myself
 I lied to all my friends
 You know its hard to make amends
 When every mistake is just an means to an end
 You told me i was all you want
 You told me i was enough
 I was the one person you trust
 But its rough when your luck is nothing but tough
 Tough luck
 The sound of ice inside a glass
 The sound of liquid in
 I can feel your body quivering for love
 But instead it just gets in
 The sun light beating on our back
 In the middle of July
 Tried to remember what ...
 Side by side
 On our old mountain bikes
 Side by side
 Wintertime
 Heat is not on but i feel warm
 In your arms
 Hung out to dry
 On a very thin string
 But i'm not scared
 Below me there's nothing
 Nothing