I sip poison that cures and dream of rainy days and of northwestern shores
just one more step you say.
So here we go
I'll pack my bags and head out to the west with a hope under my arm.
Paint skylines on the lake, reflections light our eyes
This summer's make or break not concrete like sunrise.
just one more step you say.
So here we go
I'll pack my bags and head out to the west with a hope under my arm.
Paint skylines on the lake, reflections light our eyes
This summer's make or break not concrete like sunrise.