Pretenders

(álbum: From Capelton Hill - 2022)

What's become of you in that bed?
Painted the walls with all those pretty things you said
I was the girl, you were the one
We were certain it would go on

When we were happy hopping turnstiles

We said goodbye to the dive bars
The gilded foyer unfolded
We were Rockefellers
We were the best of the pretenders
All our bets on being young forever

Turn your face towards the sun
Because the skies a hundred shades of honey
I don't recognize that face
Is it her, when did she leave that place?

When we were happy hopping turnstiles

We said goodbye to the dive bars
The gilded foyer unfolded
We were Rockefellers
We were the best of the pretenders
All our bets on being young forever

When we were happy hopping turnstiles

We said goodbye to the dive bars
The gilded foyer unfolded
We were Rockefellers
We were the best of the pretenders
All our bets on being young forever

We made our beds, we laid our bets
On being young forever
We made our beds, we laid our bets
On being young, young forever