Band Of Horses - St Augustine

Silver scents of Saint Augustine
Fire in the ground
Between my better teeth,
We're dancing on the poisoned
In their graves,
At the end of the night,
We'd all seen better days...

[Chorus:]
I know you tried, I know you're cursed,
I know your best was still your worst,
When Hollywood was
Calling out your name,
Saint Augustine...

If I stayed behind,
Would you let your hair grow?
I will forget the favors that you owe.
I'm dreaming of car wrecks
And thunderstorms bright,
Let's bury ourselves
And go haunt someone tonight.

[Chorus]