Local Natives


[Verse 1]
Sour lemon eyes
Staring down the daylight
And the LA River makes you laugh
You say: "why’s a gutter got a name like that?"

You’re toweling up your wet hair
I hear your coffee grind
The credits rolling on last night’s late night
We’re always somewhere between
Leaving and arrived
I just wanna be here at the same time

[Verse 2]
Slouching when you walk
Just like Hillhurst palms
A penny and a lotto ticket to scratch
You win enough to keep you coming back

A cross above the freeway
Holy neon light
Everybody crawling for their lives
You’re watching your reflection
In a TV turned off
How long you gonna pay more than it costs?
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