Local Natives: Ceilings

I haven't stopped your smoking yet
So I'll share your cigarette
Just to feel it in my fingers


Walk around 'til 3 a.m.
Tell me what I know again
To keep myself from second guessing


All my silver dreams bring me to you


Hold the summer in your hands
'Til the summer turns to sand
We were staring at our ceilings


Thinking of what we'd give
To have one more day of sun
One day of sun


Silver dreams bring me to you
Silver dreams bring me to you
Silver dreams bring me to you
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Hahaha!

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