Fin
samuelo
[Verse 1]
Rural coastlines, orange cafes
Dostoyevsky, and purple Sundays
And I'll be waiting here for you
On the other side, on the other side
[Bridge]
And I don’t got alot to say, no
I don't got alot to say
I don't have alot to say anymore
I don’t have alot to say
But I have alot to play
And I have alot to feel
And I have
And I have alot to say
But do I have much to feel?
Do I have much to feel?
Do I have much to feel now?
[Verse 2]
Rural coastlines, orange cafes
Dostoyevsky, and purple Sundays
It's nearing nighttime
I've never been one to stray
Stray, stray
[Outro]
(How the fuck do you sleep in until 4 p.m.?)