lyrics
I chased you all the way back down the west coast,
Thought I caught you in Ventura, where I believed the most,
Now I'm kicking rocks, all the way back down my hill,
They say leaving is easy, but I never will.
I chased you all the way back up the west coast,
Thought I caught you on Pacific, where I believed the most,
Not I'm kicking rocks all the way back down my hill,
And they say leaving is easy, but I never will.
Oh my joy, won't you come here and find me,
Cheated you tough, replaced you with anything I could,
And oh my joy, won't you come here and search me,
Traded you cheap, replaced you with anyone who would.
I've seen a lot of ghosts, and some do a good job,
But faking is easy, it's all found in the fog,
I never said I didn't want you, I just made it look that way,
Trading gold for shit, I could never understand.
Oh my joy, won't you come here and find me,
Cheated you tough, replaced you with anything I could,
And oh my joy, won't you come here and search me,
Traded you cheap, replaced you with anyone who would.
It all fades, it all fades, it quickly fades away,
Nothing gold, nothing gold, no nothing gold can stay.
credits
from
Tents,
released September 12, 2013
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