The Invite
struck by lightning in the afternoon
a golden wave of summer’s last, know we tried
we all want to be somewhere but here
we all want something pure that we can feel
come on and save me
come on and make me
come in and take me out
struck by lightning in the afternoon
a golden wave of summer’s last, know we tried
we all want to be somewhere but here
we all want something pure that we can feel
come on and save me
come on and make me
come in and take me out

