Don’t look back on sundays
As it means full on the snow
You might be heart of it
The season’s overflow

Just to the elope on cali in a cup
Another sad pole
How can we ever know?

Turning west for hours
But the shadows fake the day
Young, weak, and shattered
The flowers from their grave
Just to the elope on cali in a cup
Another sad pole
How can we ever know?

As we move passed weakness
And that’s all we can forgive
We remember those days
From the pillow on our heads

Just to the elope on cali in a cup
Another sad pole
how can we ever know?

Just to the elope on cali in a cup
Another sad pole
How can we ever know?