Feeling like a bomb shell but looking like disaster

light it up and pray it won't go off in our faces

memories of days gone out the back yard with my sisters

the day they told me that the next door neighbor lives on chills

lives on children

gold is not the whole world till you've seen the moon at mid-day

your typewriters dusty and your record player's broken

cleaning out the cob webs like the spring it is our savior

winter was a nightmare but the sea it's warming to us

I have found a place where we will never be found, come follow me there

Santa ana freeway and I'm so sick of things falling
out of the sky for me, out of the sky for me

pull on back your blinds, just don't think of this
as some kind of catastrophe

come follow me there, I have found a place where we will never be found

come follow me there, there is no tomorrow so don't
play your cards close to your chest

come follow me there, building all your bridges just
don't burn another bridge until it's gone

follow me there

building bridges just to see you come and burn them to the ground