Songtext von Stories

Not your average summer Making out in cars You haven’t lived an ordinary life at least so far Sitting in my kitchen Piercing emerald eyes Telling me the earth is flat the sky is not the sky And I could say I know you’re wrong But honestly I've Never been to heaven Never been to hell Who am I tell you what exists and what stories we just tell ourselves? Like we can Travel back in time It’s all off the table Until someone somewhere proves it right Every urban legend Had to start somewhere So maybe what you’re saying will be talked about in years So we can sit and we can talk And say that June comes after August And the Moon is just a dot At a distance we can walk to And your father never left you and your mother always wanted to Be sober to be constant Honestly I've Never been to heaven Never been to hell Who am I tell you what exists and what stories we just tell ourselves? Like we can Travel back in time It’s all off the table Until someone somewhere proves it right It goes it goes for anybody Who know who knows anything? One sky endless imagination Nothing, nothing is everything It goes it goes for anybody Who know who knows anything? One sky endless imagination Nothing, nothing is everything