Foxes In Fiction - Jimi Bleachball текст песни

I saw my best friend counting his heartbeat

I saw the best days wasted on sleeping in



Try hard to feel it, mind has now wandered

Hands meant to hold hands, kept from the cold, I don't know




Kids riding two lives, swung from the branches

Kept in our backyards, soon to be sunsets

Oh summer blister, smoking in the van

Go down together, the pavement we've conquered