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?