People of the Sticks by The Besnard Lakes Lyrics

Love among the ruins, on a T
Hammered, we took to the street
Armed with camera, caught in red lipstick lips
What were those peeps doing in the sticks?

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth
Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything

Put it in print please
A hand through the hair
Crossed leg on the hood of your car
But that was a different kick

Glorious autumn leaves kicked by
Buckle boots, from the big city
Half-pipes in our friend's yards
Brothers spinning on

Oh kindred, when I found you I found you in my youth
Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything