All the people are blinded by the beasel buds
that sleep in our pockets.
When the sun kisses the sky,
open up your mind
and feel back to my lips.
You take the weight off my shoulders.
I hold the bags on your cheekbones.
In my car, the road,
your voice is chasing me home.
No more phones, no more.
No more phones,
no more.
No more phones, no more.
No more phones,
no more.
No more phones.
Why do you gotta be older?
Why won't you write down my number?
She's heading off in September.
I'll take my chances in Denver.
No more, no more phones, no more.
No more phones,
no more.
No more phones, no more.
No more phones, no more.
No more phones.
No more phones.
No more phones.
No more phones,
no more.
No
more songs No more songs
No more
songs No more songs