Letra Ceilings - Local Natives
Haven't stopped your smoking yet
So I'll share your cigarette
Just to feel it in my fingers
Walk around 'til 3 am
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