Dust Songtext
von Young Astronaut
Dust Songtext
On the southern coast
Looking for a place to eat
Lazy eyes searching for sleep
Wandering unwelcome streets
People gauge their pleasantries
Lost myself in observation
Teen hormonal education
Poisoning their future daughters
I′m a dreamer
And I'm screaming loud
Let my soul and my body out
Brush the dust from our shoes
And we′re dancing in sound
Oh my god, this is spectacular
It's a firework show composed of social bachelors
The curtains go down when our feet wear out
Back to the start
At the beginning of evil
I reflect my broken charms
And I reject those social norms
Our poachers, they prey
On the weak and the feeble
Understand truth can be fixed
By exaggeration
I'm screaming loud
Let my soul and my body out
Brush the dust from our shoes
And we′re dancing in sound
Oh my god, this is spectacular
It′s a firework show composed of social bachelors
The curtains go down when our feet wear out
It's hard to breathe when they put you down
And brush the dust from these old ghost towns
They can bind our hands but we will never bow
To the fictional social crown
It′s hard to breathe when they put you down
And brush the dust from these old ghost towns
They can bind our hands but we will never bow
To the fictional social crown
Looking for a place to eat
Lazy eyes searching for sleep
Wandering unwelcome streets
People gauge their pleasantries
Lost myself in observation
Teen hormonal education
Poisoning their future daughters
I′m a dreamer
And I'm screaming loud
Let my soul and my body out
Brush the dust from our shoes
And we′re dancing in sound
Oh my god, this is spectacular
It's a firework show composed of social bachelors
The curtains go down when our feet wear out
Back to the start
At the beginning of evil
I reflect my broken charms
And I reject those social norms
Our poachers, they prey
On the weak and the feeble
Understand truth can be fixed
By exaggeration
I'm screaming loud
Let my soul and my body out
Brush the dust from our shoes
And we′re dancing in sound
Oh my god, this is spectacular
It′s a firework show composed of social bachelors
The curtains go down when our feet wear out
It's hard to breathe when they put you down
And brush the dust from these old ghost towns
They can bind our hands but we will never bow
To the fictional social crown
It′s hard to breathe when they put you down
And brush the dust from these old ghost towns
They can bind our hands but we will never bow
To the fictional social crown
Writer(s): Kyle Christopher Jacobs, Josh Osborne, James Jeffrey Young, Jon Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

