Erin Lyrics

Talons Erin

It's kinda like the feeling you get
When you're finally peeling the flag magnet off your car
It had stuck to your driver's door since 2001
Now it's knotted in a trash bag, at the bottom of the trash
Way back, back, back, at the back of the garage

Oh, when I think of 9/11
I wish I would I would've followed you home
Oh Erin
I wish I would've followed you home