Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She pushed her feet across the boardwalk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She knows she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa, oh
Oh, whoa, oh
[Verse 2]
This sound is givin' for the postman
Another one that's feelin' under orange skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Sinkin' down your leaves on grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa, oh
Oh, whoa, oh
Written by: Whitewoods
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