Hangover Days Jason Collett (Ft. Emily Haines & Feist)

It was in your basement apartment
With all of its earth and sea
Making love on the carpet
Under the light of the TV
Outside the sour moon minstrels
Shook their dark tambourines
The morning came in sinister
Well window light menacing

With clouds up above and clouds down below
Killing time but it won't stand still
It won't stand still

I told you I'll never make a promise
A promise I can keep
I thanked you for being honest
I told you, don't pull that shit on me
These are the hangover days
Of frosted glass, metallic gleam
All these new-non places
They erase your memory

We try so hard, we try so hard
We try so hard to love
We try so hard to love