Текст 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

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?