Paddling Out – Miike Snow

The west, the warm, the sunny south.
I see it’s full of ancients.
For call the space between the crave.
That sound of road to me too.

There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything.
There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything.
You say: “isn’t it hard?”
Paddling out, paddling out.
You say: “isn’t it hard?”
Paddling out, paddling out.