Look Out Lyrics - Post Tropical - James Vincent Mcmorrow

Out with the golden drizzle 

and the lower past that crawls. 

Now, to the doorway you run 

to the girl that's not enough. 

Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky. 

In the calm the feather flip the so, you've heard it's all the same. 

And I hope I'm still in love of course, and it doesn't listen. 

Now, in the passed them again. 

I will die with your hand. 

So, I have gathered your cracks 

and replaced them with mine. 

Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky. 

In the calm the feather flip the so, you've heard it's all the same. 

So I hope I'm still in love of course, and it doesn't listen.