Strays Songtext
von Michael Malarkey

An Indian summer
And the sugar in the air
Reminds me of Eden
Those silver dollars
And a box of old coins
And green I′m breathing in

Take your inspiration from a grave
Trace around like you're someone to save
And the hawk, she flies so low
As the years go by slow

Slow, high up in the wilds
Let me down low, you let me down so low
Down low, high up in the wilds
Let me down low, you let me down so low


No seasons to blame
We′re just strays
Dying to stay
No reason to change
We're just strays
Dying to stay

So I cut my hair
To get to say
What I can't explain
Still feel the same
So I slow my brain
It′s the only way
To keep me sane
Still feel the same, oh

If you never take apart the machine
You′ll never find out what the net means
And the people are down below
With no place else to

Go, high up in the wilds
Let me down low, you let me down so low
Down low, high up in the wilds
Let me down low, you let me down so low