Lyrics Silly Malone - The White Birch

Silly Malone

We found the same
We were the ones who leaned on to a solid frame
Looking for a perfect smile
But out on the streets
There was always a new style
I could not imitate
Silly Malone
We felt alive
Defied all our thrones and borders
A way to survive
Offering the drivers red wine
Lovesick, smearing on some lipstick
For each new borderline
I could not cover up
I remember when i saw your face in the park
You were disguised as a brave little star
Well, it’s ok i see your face in the mirror
I surrender to a smile
I’m coming home