So fucking obsessed…I have never listened to something so good.
We were standing
at forsythe and Bowery.
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget.
You can’t tell if the ceilings rising
or if the floor’s falling out.
I remember sunrise without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Taller stacks of stone
Is all we’ll have to show.
You can’t tell if the ceilings rising
or if the floor’s falling out.
At the time I wasn’t with you
By that time I didn’t care
At the time I wasn’t with you
By that time I didn’t care
The fall is so much faster
Than you and I could ever climb.
—Local Natives, Bowery
Local Natives-Ceilings
I haven’t stopped your smoking yet
So I’ll share your cigarette
Just to feel it in my fingers
Walk around ‘til 3 a.m.
Tell me what I know again
To keep myself from second guessing
All my silver dreams bring me to you
Hold the summer in your hands
‘Til the summer turns to sand
We were staring at our ceilings
Thinking of what we’d give
To have one more day of sun
One day of sun
Silver dreams bring me to you
Silver dreams bring me to you
Silver dreams bring me to you
(Source: gd-up)
siiiick i want to blow this up!!
cool i would reblog this so many times
(Source: flickynudge)
