She wanted to go to a party She wanted to go to a place where we could unwind Where we could listen to some old dusty records Just to spin around I felt the music hit my bones and I fell back I fell into the clouds My feet weren't touching the ground We started to float around
I was only trying to wake you up We were walking in and walking out, walking out again In the garden we were running out Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive
She said: I don't want to be buried in some salty soaked oak-wood box Sleeping underground I want my ashes to be spread above the clouds I wanna go out guns blazing With booze and songs being spilled from the top of the glass I guess that much we can agree upon We can float around Til our feet aren't touching the ground
I was only trying to wake you up We were walking in and walking out, walking out again In the garden we were running out Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive Make it out alive Make it out alive Make it out alive Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive
Compositores: Angus John Stone, Julia Natasha Stone ECAD: Obra #17127342