Heavy Feet - Local Natives, Fryars

Powder in your hair

Staples in your jeans

Fireworks in the water

You were holding

A styro-foam cup

Held between your teeth

Telling me how you’re going to outlive your body

What you said I wrote it down, I wont say, I won’t speak — the same

Maybe I know better than to read more from what’s written

After everything, after everything.

Left in the sun, shivering.

After everything.

Gathering your stone

Talk to fill the space

Do you know where some soul was, when they were ---

The women that we see, to talk me out of everything

Careful what you say next, don’t waste a scene, you’re drunk

What you said I wrote it down, wont say, wont speak — the same

After everything, after everything.

Left in the sun, shivering.

After everything.

What you said I wrote it down, but wont say, wont speak — the same

Maybe I know better than to read more than what’s there

After everything, after everything.

Left in the sun, shivering.

After everything.