Songtext von Natives

We only flock this town with the intent To burn it down. We only swim with you To watch you drown. Chalk it up to being alone Sleeping with the light on Somebody feeling sold out to the pain A native son, not much to gain You know it's all this place to blame I see it all ahead We're waking up that dread It's climbing up my back We know the trap No point to question why What we buried in the night Can't come back to tell our lives And all of this time We're waiting on the night On the lonesome night Somebody feeling sold out to the pain A native son, not much to gain You're feeling sold out to the pain The only friend that will remain You know it's all this place to blame I see it all ahead We're waking up that dread It's climbing up my back We know the trap And it all will move far too quickly To let you choose It comes quiet It comes quiet It comes quiet