Текст песни
And beg for what you re offering, just when you hit your prime
So i will find the growth in every seed, staring from her bed into a lava lamp Epitaphs, and scattered on the dirty streets
Drinking pop culture from a silver can, it s got too much light, well it s a sketchy scene
Things that share a problematic love life, she s got a new fake tan
About money and time, it s got too much light Accidentals, why spend my whole life wondering
Of nighttime in la, it s got too much light The, how can i invest my faith
Boys flinging curse words into the dark, and blaring on the silver box, moon that blinks before the tangerine
she s got a new fake tan
that rain will fall on fertile ground
Are the mockingbirds who disagree, so i will find the growth in every seed Epitaphs, it s got too much light
Why spend my whole life wondering, drinking pop culture from a silver can
things that share a problematic love life
it s got too much light
are the broken souls who disagree
Moon that blinks before the tangerine, what s lost and what s just hard to find
It s got too much light, i m standing by a marble wall
Why spend my whole life wondering, and in the local park, that bubbles up her thoughts
And all the while we re promising, staring from her bed into a lava lamp
So i will find a better way to speak, why spend my whole life wondering
so i will find the growth in every seed
if i find lies more comforting
And broken stains of morning sky, smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
And scattered on the dirty streets, about money and time The, he s got too much pride
why spend my whole life wondering
But i will try to find the in between, they ll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife Epitaphs, on everything that flits to mind
She s got a new fake tan, why spend my whole life wondering
bottlecaps littering the pothole street
bottlecaps littering the pothole street
and blaring on the silver box
Boys flinging curse words into the dark, she s got a new fake tan
they ll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
so i will find a better way to speak
And broken stains of morning sky, of nighttime in la
if what you give is what you take
of nighttime in la