We should hang at night We should learn to fly Go to the other side of earth We could get high and sleep inside the dirt
Never hurt Never tire, never work but we'd still know how much we're worth We're of the earth And we've got places to exist in
Like Western Pennsylvania where I saw an orchard with your name on it I was burning circles in the crops Hoping that you'd see it from up top
I want you on top I want you on lock I want you anyway I can just never stop
I used to know what was next for me, now I just want you next to me I used to make a mess of peace but I found where to look It's more fun to believe
I'm used to doing this all wrong I'm out of step, out of breath I love what's next, I love this song; and all those high notes you hit driving home I wasted time alone, that's time we could have been gone