Beach House

Light that comes up
On the ceiling
My mouth
And these arms
Hold the feeling
Even I
Can’t control
My nature
If they should come
Up much before you
I would not ever
Try to capture you
Bluebird, where you gonna go now?
Lead me to
The gallows
Where out
Corner my eye
There’s something
That’s pulling me back
From nothing
From nothing
If they should come
Up much before you
I would not ever
Try to capture you
Bluebird, where you gonna go now?
Scenes change
Before they are over
Before they are over