Waxahatchee - Coast To Coast текст песни

Chest seat is empty,
Blood on the back seat.
Lives in disgrace,
Scarface he doesn't need.
I sail from coast to coast.
I'll try to brace the lows.

We lay at night,
Cursed as I stay dry.
Living on highs to the empty lows.
Dodged every wreckless world.
What is the way that we do not barely know?