Originally written and performed by Mother Falcon, rearranged by Duck Armstrong
Bury all the marigold, beneath the bedroom where you stole two kisses from her lips. Tears were shed and morals bled, pedals were plucked, something in the heart beat like a drum. Is this love I don't know but tonight I'm gonna find out. We kiss without hesitation no reservation we dangle our feet from the highest places. In the crowd of the sad, and the crowd of the mad we are the only smiling faces.
The morning light was blocked by dusty dirty blinds and I could hear your vodka kisses shouting fight fight fight FIGHT!
Is this love? I don't know but tonight I'm gonna find out.