Surrender - Trade Wind

You cried a lot when they took the car

I hated how it would never start

You said I threw out our souvenirs

It was like I erased those years

I chased him down in the pouring rain

«Excusez-moi, monsieur, but I need those plates»

He rolled his eyes as I told him off

Now I’m crying and I can’t stop

Now I’m crying and I can’t stop

I wonder if you still have those plates

Or if they got thrown away