St. Augustine

Silver scents of St. Augustine

Fire in the ground, between my better teeth

We're dancing on the poisoned in their graves

At the end of the night, we'd all seen better days

I know you tried, I know you're cursed

I know your best was still your worst

When Hollywood was calling out your name

St. Augustine

If I stayed behind, would you let your hair grow?

I will forget the favors that you owe

I'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms are bright

Let's bury ourselves and go haunt someone tonight

I know you tried, I know you're cursed

I know your best was still your worst

When Hollywood was calling out your name

St. Augustine

St. Augustine

St. Augustine

St. Augustine