Wild – Beach House

My mother said to me that I would get in trouble.
Our father won’t come home, cause he is seeing double.

Out in the endless green.
Your eyes are so misleading.
That’s when the car pulls up.
It’s hood is black and gleaming.

And in a while.
You start a smile.
The earth is wild.
We’ve got no time.

Wild in our ways.
What we are making.
Heartless to say.
Go on pretending.

One chance to fall behind the lines that will not let you.
Can I believe in how the past is what will catch you.