Outskirts Of Paradise
BAD SUNS · Disappear Here 2016 · Track 13 of 13
Rolled down the window now I've lost my way within this town The tranquil glow of the song I know, it guides me I'm stuck in strip mall times The mood swings under porcelain skies Won't you be my friend, won't you be my friend for now?
I'm on the outskirts of paradise Chasing desire through the night Picturing ways to take flight When the time comes
When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself
Awestruck or asinine An ephemeral sense of space and time A familiar face, a pulse that escalates I'm stuck in strip mall times I don't mean to be impolite Won't you be my friend, won't you be my friend for now? For just a little bit, hey
I'm on the outskirts of paradise Chasing desire through the night Picture in ways that they fly When the time comes Outskirts of paradise Chasing desire through the night Picture in ways that they fly When the time comes
When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself
Oh, oh, oh, oh Separate yourself, integrate yourself Oh, oh, oh, oh Separate yourself, integrate yourself
When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself When the time comes Separate yourself, integrate yourself