Weekends - Westkust

Let’s get it done

Their heart are like stones

The morning lights when I walk home

Where we come from you pick your fight

And you pick your place, then you never arrive

We can paint the streets, 'til sky and highway meets

Pluck leaves from trees

Make fall come when we please

It takes a week to walk around the block

Please let the sun stay up

And when it hits the top you beg the clock to stop

Please let the sun stay up

I know there’s more, it’s never at my door

My heart belongs on the floor

I miss the coast like I miss my first kiss

It feels so close like it’s right through the mist