Текст Local Natives – Wooly Mammoth

In the summer, vicious summer
This is nothing like I thought it would look

You say, «Who am I to blame?»
«Who am I to blame?»

Can you remind me which are the ones that sting?

They all look the same to me,
Look the same to me
Spill yourself at her feet
Stamp me out flickering
There’s a sun rising
Steady now
Comfort me

Big Sur swallowed, swallowed me alive

You say, «Who am I to blame?»
«Who am I to blame?»
Spill yourself at her feet
Stamp me out flickering
There’s a sun rising
Steady now
Comfort me