Lyrics: Tayo Cafarella
Music: Tayo Cafarella
We headed south for good fun
Caus everybody wanted some
Red, black, blue on the tip of our tongues
Caught in the cage but now we’re moving on
Don’t want this trap anymore
So we headed where the ocean called
White grain sand on the tip of our toes
Chaos in our wake but we’re ready to go
Pouring, pouring the coffee
Waiting, we took our time here healing
Feeling the rush of the seasons
Like we did way back, all in
Fire she burnin, yarning
We took our time here believing
Finding that something with meaning
And if it all goes wrong
At least we let the fire burn
We woke to smoke in the lungs
In this moment things are wonderful
Cold wind lifts, hits the back of our throats
Blinded by light, there’s a warmth that holds
Pouring, pouring the coffee
Waiting, we took my time here healing
Feeling the rush of the seasons
Like we did way back, all in
Fire she burnin, yarning
We took our time here believing
Finding that something with meaning
And if it all goes wrong
At least we let the fire burn
Taken back
We took our time here
Taken back
We took our time on the run
Pourin, pouring the coffee
Waiting, we took my time here healing
Feeling the rush of the seasons
Like we did way back, all in
Fire she burnin, yarning
We took our time here believing
Finding that something with meaning
And if it all goes wrong
At least we let the fire burn