[ Featuring The South Hill Experiment, Goldwash ]
The bills are paid, the walls are painted
Cross your t's and thread the eyes
And when you stop the world keeps turning
Like the wheels in your mind
Maybe I could slip away with you
So far from sunny skies
Deep green, you feel the air before the storm,
But I don't mind the rain at all, no, I don't mind
You cut my hair in your apartment,
Steady-handed, even sides
Afraid to fly, the fear of falling
Am I enough to change your mind?
Maybe I could slip away with you
So far from sunny skies
Deep green, you feel the air before the storm,
But I don't mind the rain at all, no, I don't mind
