Lyrics
Sun bleached, in opposition
Line dancing losing the feeling, limb by limb
I fear it's coming, the gods clutching their bellies
laughing
Jukebox ancient token
Italian vistas homes calling
Are we on to something
Is this all part of some plan
Living out some prophecy lifetimes in the making
Drunk and overconfident
Romeo's throwing me over his shoulder
Nothing's sacred
I fear it's coming, the gods clutching their bellies
laughing
Jukebox ancient token
Italian vistas homes calling
Are we on to something
Is this all part of some plan
Living out some prophecy lifetimes in the making
Jukebox ancient token
Italian vistas homes calling
Are we on to something
Is this all part of some plan
Living out some prophecy lifetimes in the making
Are we on to something
Is this all part of some plan
Living out some prophecy lifetimes in the making