Testo Four Walls The Low Life
Dandelion pastures. When wind blows, seeds scatter all across this sweet bye and bye
No lights make it darker when they shut off our water.
Well stroll to the sea at sunrise.
Long winding beaches, the sunshine conceals us.
And no one can reach us for miles.
Weâre lost in the desert. Hanging out in t-shirts.
Thumbing down rigs for a ride.
Well we might not make it there! I just want to make that clear.
Blue skies cover green hills.
Sipping moonshine from gin stills.
Looking for a good place to hide.
Ice storms and snow drifts, cold feets and chapped lips.
We must have gone west and turned right.
This is where weâll call home.
Got four walls and a burning stove.
I canât buy you gold when push comes to shove.
But all you have in your hand is my love.
Iâm not working from nine to five.
Got some money youâve put aside.
With any luck, weâll get to see graceland one day.
This is where weâll call home.
Got four walls and a burning stove.
I canât buy you gold when push comes to shove.
But all you have wrapped âround your wrist is my love.
Well we might not make it there.
I just wanna make that clear.
Spending all day driving.
Taking in horizons.
So many, that weâve left behind.
And weâll be together.
We're so fuckin clever
Off into the sunset weâll ride.
This is where weâll call home.
Got four walls and a burning stove.
I canât buy you gold when push comes to shove.
But all you have in your hand is my love.
Wrapped âround your wrist is my love.
Held in your hand is my love.
Donât ever fear with my love.
Keep close to your heart all of my love