Текст Local Natives – 11–11

Caught in summer, lazy summer.
The perfect days, blur together.

Playing in sun, hurling cans,
liquored up, full of care.

I’ve loved and loved and lift your hand,
finally burn skin it down.

If I’m still in love in the morning.
If I’m still in love in the morning.

Can we wake up some where, some how.
If I’m still in love in the..

If I’m still in love in the morning.