We went driving through the canyon
And we read all the crosses while you sang of their life
Does it make you feel alive
No one likes to be here at night
Just look at how the dust gathers
On the abandoned cars
That handprint will be there forever
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
You know we're the parasites
Poison oak grows up the coasts trying to protect the earth from us
But our hands bury shallow rot
Blackened shrubs like singed hairs
Para-gliders sail on heat thermals above the bones and
Samantha, I don't know what to say
Except
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
Who could make such burning
Who could make such burning weight
The red-roiling wake of death
Who could make such burning
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We went driving through the canyon
And we read all the crosses while you sang of their life
Does it make you feel alive
No one likes to be here at night
Just look at how the dust gathers
On the abandoned cars
That handprint will be there forever
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
You know we're the parasites
Poison oak grows up the coasts trying to protect the earth from us
But our hands bury shallow rot
Blackened shrubs like singed hairs
Para-gliders sail on heat thermals above the bones and
Samantha, I don't know what to say
Except
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
Who could make such burning
Who could make such burning weight
The red-roiling wake of death
Who could make such burning
And we read all the crosses while you sang of their life
Does it make you feel alive
No one likes to be here at night
Just look at how the dust gathers
On the abandoned cars
That handprint will be there forever
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
You know we're the parasites
Poison oak grows up the coasts trying to protect the earth from us
But our hands bury shallow rot
Blackened shrubs like singed hairs
Para-gliders sail on heat thermals above the bones and
Samantha, I don't know what to say
Except
If there's land that's gone sour
It's the land beneath our feet
And if there's something after
I hope it's light and lily-sweet
Who could make such burning
Who could make such burning weight
The red-roiling wake of death
Who could make such burning
Writer: Jake Lyon, Kevin Olson, Morgan Fields
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid