Van Beers
Tiny Moving Parts
I see a sunset fade into the haze
Of a dim lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day
We have poor hygiene far from clean but never felt so pure
We reek a fresh sweat and stale beer
It smells like paradise here
When we grow up we may lose touch
But we gotta stay strong because we're so young
Please stay strong!
All we know are these highway roads
Sketchy parking lots we consider our homes
I know it sounds crazy, yet
We fall hard asleep, it's rare that we worry
We're only here until we are gone
So somebody will you tell me what's the hurry?
Fingers crossed that the cops don't come
And I'm 100% positive
That we'll never found all the empty cans
Under the van seats
We're too busy sharing stories
And laughing about how boring
Any situation can be
If there is nobody trying to make the best of everything
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us
Oh dear what you love for fear of us
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us
Oh dear what you love for fear of us
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us