Sangtekst: Inkwell. These Stars Are Monsters. We Are The Captains Of The Sea.
Take me back to California
I wanna get back to California
If I survive these Georgia nights
I'll be back in Florida.
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
Take me back.
Yeah, back to Austin
I wanna get back to those streets in Austin.
That's where our hearts did once collide.
Right there in Austin
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
Now I'm back, back here in Florida
The lonliest place I know
Right here in Florida
If we can't work this one thing out,
He'll say I warned ya
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
I wanna get back to California
If I survive these Georgia nights
I'll be back in Florida.
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
Take me back.
Yeah, back to Austin
I wanna get back to those streets in Austin.
That's where our hearts did once collide.
Right there in Austin
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
Now I'm back, back here in Florida
The lonliest place I know
Right here in Florida
If we can't work this one thing out,
He'll say I warned ya
I wanna get back
No one can survive
A summer alone
No one can survive
A summer alone
Atlanta never meant that much to me
And all I know of the great empty is
Face down in Baltimore
Seven down and so much more
We were face down in Baltimore
These Stars Are Monsters
Inkwell