Gulf Shores

Here's your gold rush, your triple cherries

Here's the moment you've waited for

Oh, I know it changin'

The roots have split the pavement

The saints of teenage wildlife

Don't leave, it's dyin' on the vine

I remember California

Watchin' smoke come through the floor

Oh, I know it changin'

The roots have split the pavement

And we are coursin' through the fight

Evade a fight I'd 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 crossin' on the evening)

It's dyin' on the vine (You wonder if you missed out)

And we (We're turning all the stones, yeah)

Are coursin' through the fight (All our mangled history starin' back)

Evade (I breathe out when you breathe in)

A fight I'd 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?

How could I know that you'd waste all this?

How could I know that you'd waste it all?