Bequela & Beach

Duration

5:13

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Beach and Becquela Peach-dripped brains That meet and soak up the sun They trickle down the drain In vapors for fun Hot tan burns Beneath a layer of skin Inside we hide and yearn To let it begin Packed close beach The dunes are drifting away Their bits and pebbles reek Of earthly decay Good times fade In failed diplomacy No satisfaction begs For hostilities Rum-soaked, saved From thinking what it'll be It hurts to have a stake In no urgency Good times gone Eroding honesty We find distractions In becquela and beach I'll let it be I'll let it be I'll let it be just fine We'll never be We'll never be We'll never be outshined Good times fade Good times slowly slip and fade Peach pit stains Defeat our hunger and stun Too fickle for the pain Our haze overdone Blind and cruel Like rusty, harsh machines Surround the pool And bathe in vacuous sheens Good times fade In failed diplomacy No satisfaction begs For hostilities Good times gone Eroding honesty We find distractions In becquela and beach