© Menina Limão

Maybe I'll never have your baby
If our love runs out of time
Maybe we'll watch the sunset falling
From as ashy, blackened sky
Can we help to dream from dying?
Can we confiscate our words?
Watch them crush the cars in hiding
Took the bad blood from the earth

One day we'll drive so far
With the monsters on our tails
We'll talk of hiding out in cities
But progression never fails
And we'll laugh about the old days
Of the stupid thing they've done
Wipe the filth from our mouth
And the water from our sun

Can we have a day of mourning
Take direction from the clouds?
No matter where we lay down
We can only scream so loud

I don't own anything

Forest City Lovers – Monsters