Magic City Wholesale Songtext
von Waxahatchee

Crowd stale, wholesale
We′re on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet
Wind shifts, I drift
I run and tell Dom what I see
She laughs at me

Blast beat, we retreat
It′s a lonely street, the burden of circumvention
But fractions like us
Fill cities and flats and cul-de-sacs
So we yell over it and have a laugh


It's a laughable scenario
Peripheral motion-picture show
And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside
But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice
Tonight′s a blur

We meet, you scare me
See, I have met people from Maine and Athens
Georgia and Montreal
I′m dead, lips red
Licking sugar, I smile at everyone
Formulated fun