Woorden: Indigo Girls. 1200 Curfews. Dead Man's Hill.

We were down at Dead Man's Hill
Smoking vines like cigarettes
Looking through the trashy mags
Trying to feel what's coming next

You told me of crashing cars
Older brothers and late night bars
I told you what I feel most
And you kept it like a ghost forever

Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart

Don't leave a message
Talk to me face to face
Talk to me face to face

Lying on the bright blue jumping mat
Dinner bell is ringing
Barking dogs and model planes
And the sound of passing trains

We watch for bonfires in the sky
On the beach in July
Spin the bottle steal the kiss
Postcards to the one I miss
Forever the one I miss forever

Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart

I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart
I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart

I remember cats on fire
Gasoline a burning spiral
Standing underneath the night
Fighting back with all my might

Empty cans and charred remains
Find them in the heat of day
On the top of Dead Man's Hill this
Is what I know of shame forever