Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gulf Shores, artist - Local Natives. Album song Violet Street, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 25.04.2019
Record label: Loma Vista
Song language: English
Gulf Shores |
| Here’s your gold rush, your triple cherries |
| Here’s the moment you’ve waited for |
| Oh, I know it changing |
| The roots have split the pavement |
| The saints of teenage wildlife |
| Don’t leave, it’s dying on the vine |
| I remember California |
| Watching smoke come through the floor |
| Oh, I know it changing |
| The roots have split the pavement |
| And we are coursing through to fight |
| Evade a fight I like to fight |
| The saints |
| (We ride along the main drive) |
| Of teenage wildlife |
| (We turned away to look back) |
| Don’t leave |
| (We're crossing in the evening) |
| It’s dying on the vine |
| (You wonder if you missed out) |
| And we |
| (We're turning all the stones) |
| Are coursing through to fight |
| (All our mangled history staring back) |
| Evade |
| (I breathe out when you breathe in) |
| A fight I like to fight |
| (I breathe in when you all breathe out) |
| How could I know that you’d waste all this? |
| How could I know that you’d waste it all? |
| How could I know that you’d waste all this? |
| How could I know that you’d waste it all? |