Local Natives Gulf Shores
Here's your gold rush, your triple cherries
Here's the moment you've waited for
Oh, I know it changing
The roots have split the pavement
The saints of teenage wildlife
Don't leave, it's dying on the vine
I remember California
Watching smoke come through the floor
Oh, I know it changing
The roots have split the pavement
And we are coursing through to fight
Evade a fight I like to fight
The saints
(We ride along the main drive)
Of teenage wildlife
(We turned away to look back)
Don't leave
(We're crossing in the evening)
It's dying on the vine
(You wonder if you missed out)
And we
(We're turning all the stones)
Are coursing through to fight
(All our mangled history staring back)
Evade
(I breathe out when you breathe in)
A fight I like to fight
(I breathe in when you all breathe out)
How could I know that you'd waste all this?
How could I know that you'd waste it all?
How could I know that you'd waste all this?
How could I know that you'd waste it all?
