Here's your gold rush, your triple cherries
Here's the moment you've waited for
The roots have split the pavement
The saints of teenage wildlife
Don't leave, it's dying on the vine
Watching smoke come through the floor
The roots have split the pavement
And we are coursing through to fight
Evade a fight I like to fight
(We ride along the main drive)
(We turned away to look back)
(We're crossing in the evening)
(You wonder if you missed out)
(We're turning all the stones)
Are coursing through to fight
(All our mangled history staring back)
(I breathe out when you breathe in)
(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?
