Вступление
[Intro]
(x2)
[Verse]
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
with freshly shaven counter parts
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
With spoon-fed celebrities
And southern rock guitar leads?
[Chorus]
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Interlude]
[Verse]
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
Cool breeze running through the attic
Called back and all I got was static.
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
[Chorus]
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Outro]
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
talking politics and the fall of Rome.