Doves

I was thinking about what you said
I was thinking about shame
The funny thing how you said
Cause it's better not to stay
Sure enough if you feel nothing
You're better off this way
Gets to the point where you can't breathe
It's the last word
I can see you understand
So here we are
At the last broadcast
Here we are
Our last broadcast
Sun on faces made us feel alive
The colours of the sky
Southern trees, made us enemies