The desert air
Your legs in a lock
Sweat soaked and water lost
The Red rock stains on your shirt
You look around
to take it in
A quick breath of realization
You're smaller than you're willing to see
The feeling of
Security
Surrounded by fins and Abbey's bounty
I have no desire to leave...
And even though
my life seems like a wreck
It doesn't get better than this.
Surrounded by
the faces you know
Summer skyline and charcoal smoke.
Brown Bottle banter fills the room.
A toast to the girls
that we hardly know.
Crushing cans and throwing our bones
Hoping for sevens to roll.
Wine in your veins
your eyes say her name
Your mind gets tangled up in her ways
You won't mind it if she'd stay.
And even though
my life seems like a wreck
It doesn't get better than this.
credits
released 18 August 2011
Lyrics by Marcus Chen
Produced by Zephan Hwang and Marcus Chen
Guitars, Keys, Drums, Percussion by Marcus Chen
Keys and Beats by Zephan Hwang
Recorded at Zephan's and 8th & Union
Artwork by Lionel Williams (vinylwilliams.tumblr.com)