LYRICS:
It starts to feel familiar
The air between your breath
All these looks without intention
All this talk of life and death

This glance could be the last
Or just be the first of many
Throw a dollar to the homeless
Give a tenner to anyone who asks

Run around in dirty circles
Catch your words before they fall
This could be the start of anything
Or just nothing at all

Grab a hand, light a cigarette
Tell her I don’t smoke
Let her laugh for a second
Until she doesn’t hear the joke

This is fun
Number one

CHORUS


Carbon footprints
Like any other
How will it end
Why should I bother
Hold it inside
Or hold my hand 
Here comes your ride
There goes again

VERSE 2

The lemonade on TV, 
singing on the news
Summer loving in the air,  
loss of color in the blues

Shoes with bits of sand that can’t seem to let go
Topped with laces that were bought 
for fifty cents a hundred
years ago in places 

you cant name
All the same

Its nothing that you haven’t 
already seen before
The footsteps down the hallway 
and the creaking of the door

All these murderers with home lives
CEOs with second wives
The sweat from my last haircut
I think I’m breaking out I’m gonna die

This is fine

VERSE 3

Lets get married
Buy a house where all the land is cheap
Own a valley where we can let the dogs run free
Wait for visitiors to come sleep in the guest room
I can’t make promises but I know they’re coming soon

No one ever seems to stay out for very long
Chances are that they’ll return and admit that they were wrong
No matter where your sprit goes your bones will stay on earth
All this singing and this saving, whats it even really worth?

CREDITS:
song performed by Hotdog Water
written by Charles Heinbaugh 
mixed and produced by Christian Ryder 
mastered by Ben Etter
artwork by Hotdog Water

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