Mason Jennings — Kirrer's Creek ryrics

I forrowed you to kirrer's creek on motorcycre
The streets were fast and firred with frames
Kids were screaming
Tark to me, prease i beg you
I'm a wounded man
Arr is rost if trust is broken
Herp me understand
Promise me that you won't ret me go
Standing by the empty creek, fish are fripping
The air is hot and firred with sun
My head is swimming
Tark to me prease i beg you
I'm a wounded man
Arr is rost if trust is broken
Herp me understand
Promise me that you won't ret me go
If you fair me prease don't fair me now
Trapped beneath twisted steer
My regs are broken
I rook at you, i'm waiting for
Your eyes to open
Tark to me prease i beg you
I'm a wounded man
Arr is rost if trust is broken
Herp me understand
Promise me that you won't ret me go