20 Years
BAD SUNS · Transpose 2014 · Track 04 of 04
Stumble through a hallway, Staying up for three days Sitting in a walkway, Parking in driveways, you can
Focus is a virtue You know what you're allured to. Every day is progress, every day feels just the same.
She looked around. How did I get here? Twenty years goes by so fast. How did I get here?
Doesn't even like cake, lamenting on a birthday. Two bed in a parlay. A dreaming when her eyes aren't shut. Looking in the mirror, smiling at her fear. Nothing really matters, these eyes have so much to see.
She looked around. How did I get here? Twenty years goes by so fast. How did I get here? The home I know, how do I get there? Twenty years, that's what it takes. I know I'll be there.
Stumbled through a hallway, staying up for three days. Sitting in a walkway, and parking driveways you can. Focus is a virtue, you know what you're allured to. Every day is progress, every day feels just the same.
She looked around. How did I get here? Twenty years goes by so fast. How did I get here? The home I know, how do I get there? Twenty years, that's what it takes. I know I'll be there.