Something bout the windows down, hit the eardrums right.

Let eyelashes paint a world miles from city lights.

Watch the sun seep down and sink beneath the pines.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.

Abstract structures, we don't fit between the lines.

There's a role call drum roll, doesn't let our hearts decide.

There no happy endings for Bonnie and Clyde,

Raise glasses to beginnings and falling into love each time.

Winds keep blowing on the shifting sands.

Post tied to Oaky Grande vines ain't moving.

Nothing comes easy, no battles are won, we're better when we're on the run.

Something bout the windows down, hit the eardrums right.

Let eyelashes paint a world miles from city lights.

Watch the sun seep down and sink beneath the pines.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.

When we feel outnumbered we retreat to the well,

Reminded Joaquin Murrieta lost everything until,

He made use of the fountain, planted a seed, cause there's no time for endings when your in between.

Winds keep blowing on the shifting sands.

Post tied to Oaky Grande vines ain't moving.

Nothing comes easy, no battles are won, we're better when we're on the run.

Something bout the windows down, hit the eardrums right.

Let eyelashes paint a world miles from city lights.

Watch the sun seep down and sink beneath the pines.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.

Something bout the windows down, hit the eardrums right.

Let eyelashes paint a world miles from city lights.

Watch the sun seep down and sink beneath the pines.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.

Throw that blanket down, stars sleeping under us tonight.