Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Colours Run Songtexte

Come waterfall, burning skin
Evaporates into notin
Hard times are
Waiting with the season

Don't fight the feeling that comes, the cold, the conical drums, the swaying down the hall
Falling onto the tiles

Lay catching by the sea,
seperation by degrees
Three days of easy livin'
hopin' that the tide would come

But i, my summer time,
The time is done, but i aint leavin
Six a.m supermarkets shines
And the colours run

Somebody cut me down
The blood ran on the ground
I got them sneakin around technicolour dawn