beach 1

Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
into the haze of this city and go south...

look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
they're only gonne tell you all the bad things I've done
even if they words they say aren't true they've won

augustana - stars and boulevards
model - livvy