Sunlight streaming through the window frame
It's so cliche to say these things
Lay with me beneath this summer heat
And forget I said anything
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete, oh
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete
We found bowls with coping, smoked bowls to cope
I don’t really know what's happening here
My nose met the pavement two hours ago
I woke in a cold sweat, cracking a beer
Now we're on the highway, high as we can be
Paranoid staring up at the clouds
We left the state with nothing but family
Planning to crash on somebody’s couch
Sunlight streaming through the window frame
It's so cliche to say these things
Lay with me beneath this summer heat
And forget I said anything
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete, oh
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete