King Pin Video (MV)

Laid on our backs in August
Speckled in the saltless sea
Drive into the eye of the harvest
Bit my lip, overheard you liked me
Shoes kicked off in the motel bed
May flies shuttered in the screen
Hollowed cedar bangs into my head
Let's see if there's something on the TV
Called me Liz, I've kept it ever since
Pastels, bone shells, all I let slip
But I wish I missed you and the venison
God I wish I missed you and the touch of your rough skin
Laid on your lap in the backseat
Choking my words into your shirt sleeve
Kissed my cheek, made me feel like a prom queen
Kissed my cheek, skin stained grenadine
Sleeping on your shoulder in shot gun
Ice on the maple trees
Say you miss the heat and the warm sun
Miss tracing the freckles on my knees
Called me Liz, I've kept it ever since
Father's cigar stamped on your wrist
But I wish I missed you and the venison
God I wish I missed you and the touch of your rough skin
Home to your mother on the holiday
She'll say you've grown, make a notch in the doorway
Drink with the grotesques in the arcade
Farm for sale, south of town, if you wanna stay
Train blows past the house you used to live in
There's a family in the kitchen with two little kids
No more cigarettes littered on the front porch
I'm a candle in the wind, and you're a blowtorch
Called me Liz, I've kept it ever since
Paper cranes, Northern rains, all I let slip
But I wish I missed you and the venison
God I wish I missed you and your rough skin
Called me Liz, I've kept it ever since
Palm of my hand still on your fist
But I wish I missed you and the place that I had been
God I wish I missed you and the sound of the king pin
Called me Liz, I've kept it ever since
Palm of my hand still on your first
But I wish I missed you and the place that I had been
God I wish I missed you and the sound of the king pin