Текст песни Friday Night

All of our heads in the clouds

And I remember staying up all night

In a haze to the sweetest sounds

When I said,

Delicate to the sights

And I can never feel the calm

I felt witnessing headlights drive into our eyes

When I said,

"we're not ready to go back home"

Breathe in baby

I can't touch the ground

Keep it crazy

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All of the smoke in our lungs

And I remember burning up daylight

Passing the head of the summer's final sun

When I said,

"we're not ready to go back home.

We're not ready to go back"

Breathe in baby

I can't touch the ground

Keep it crazy

Let the open road bring us back down

Keep on passing the trucks

Keep on passing the drugs