Lyrics Broken Bearings - Atlas

Sunlight streaming through the window frame
It's so cliche to say these things
Lay with me beneath this summer heat
And forget I said anything

Broken bearings
Blood on concrete, oh
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete

We found bowls with coping
Smoked bowls to cope
I don't really know whats happening here
My nose met the pavement two hours ago
I woke in a cold sweat, cracking a beer
Now we're on the highway
High as we can be
Paranoid staring up at the clouds
We left the state
With nothing but family
Planning to crash on somebody's couch

Who-ooh
Who-ooh
Who-ooh

Sunlight streaming through the window frame
It's so cliche to say these things
Lay with me beneath this summer heat
And forget I said anything

Broken bearings
Blood on concrete, oh
Broken bearings
Blood on concrete