summer root

we sound good
we sound gold
hey you’re sick of
loud we should be good
huh we’ll catch up good

killing and quickly kept up

find me without the stinking city
slam down the crowd of city gold
each time you’re feeling good
she said she’s coming
the sun is falling
find me inside the
well she’s coming
i’m coming free down
like a fairy tale

kneel down to sun now
the dream is around the corner
a me is not a you now
you say i’m not listening
keep the call out

we sound good

me and you round and sick of
you and me and me and you
unheeding lain out
unpeeling played out
i'm so glow and without
wow we’re so gold not old
waves are sinking
a thought is thinking
could you be good

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