Bonzie Mica Mori
Come on, get up
Come on, get up
SAND GOLD GONE
Castled up
Then blown back to the earth
Come on, get up
Come on, get up
All the colored cars in the common lines
Look nice from the outside
I'm not trying to find something wrong
I want to tell you, baby
That you don't treat me well anymore
Yeah at all, all, all
Roman with angels
Solomon sell me my soul
Chasing the elder day out
Cattails are wagging away
I make it summertime in my eyes
In my eyes
In my eyes
Now you don't look happy
But I'm enroute to L.A
(Voice 1: Sanding the stone, keep you alone... (repeats))
(Voice 2: Everything that you might choose to forget
Will suddenly occupy all of your bones
And the ashes that build up the city you left
Will probably never return to gold
So happiness don't you confuse me
Power you make yourself known
Struggling is too amusing
Never require a home)