Lyrics Art Talk - Fialta

Art Talk

Two kids, stuck in this city
Blonde hair always stuck in our eyes
Try as we might, we could not forget the fractures
Though we try, though we try
The summer that she died, the valley burned
All that art talk in the backyard
Kept us both afloat for part of a year
All that work, those labored verses
Kept us both awake and waiting to hear
All that you said about us
All that you said you wanted to hide
Try as we might, we could not predict the outcome
Though we tried, though we tried
Plotting is a gift we both deny
All that art talk in the backyard
Kept us both afloat for part of a year
All that work, those labored verses
Kept us both awake and waiting to hear
We stood in line still both, both of us pretending
And we left confused at why, why they changed the ending
But I guess it’s fair, I guess it’s fair
And then one day, you said, said that you were leaving
And you said to wait — I wait, waited for a season
But you never came
I guess it’s fair
I guess it’s fair
I guess it’s fair