Duke Testo

We took notes, the family tree
Didn't know where we might be
The signposts pointing anywhere but here
Never dare aspire to be, can't have what we refuse to see
Our sad ambitions always tinged with fear

Awkward
Awkward
Awkward, it's understood
You won't find what you've been looking for round here
Forged a friendship, sticks and signs
Full frontal, naked, put behind us
Everything we had known to be real
Truth was names scratched out in bark
Homes we made in the darkened gardens
Clutched your hand and shut my eyes to feel

Awkward
Awkward
Awkward, it's understood
You won't find what you've been looking for round here

Oh what's it all about
Oh what's it all about
Oh what's it all about
Oh what's it all about

Awkward
Awkward Awkward, it's understood
You won't find what you've been looking for, my friend