Outskirts Of Paradise – Bad Suns – letras

Roll down the window nowI’ve lost my way within this townThe tranquil glow of a song I knowIt guides meI’’m stuck in strip mall timesA mood swings under a porcelain skyWould you be my friendWould you be my friend for nowI’’m on the outskirts of paradiseChasing desire through the nightPicturing ways to take flightWhen the time comesWhen the time comesSeparate yourselfIntegrate yourselfAwestruck or asinineAn ephemeral sense of space and timeA familiar face, a pulse that escalatesI’’m stuck in strip mall timesI don’t mean to be impoliteWould you be my friendWould you be my friend for nowFor just a little bit, yeahI’’m on the outskirts of paradiseChasing desire through the nightPicturing ways to take flightWhen the time comesWhen the time comesSeparate yourself, integrate yourselfWhen the time comesSeparate yourself, integrate yourself