Arizona- Kings of Leon
Orange waves splash on a beach made of sound,
Tumbling over each other like puffy peach clouds sailing in the sky
It’s all he ever needed, all he ever wanted
He wades into the ocean at sunset, the orange sun drowning in the water below
Reflecting worlds onto the tumbling waves
Now he’s too dumb to surrender and cannot find it in himself to turn back
He’s been pulled under, washed my orange currents of sound
It’s a whole new place under the orange tide
He swims past orange slopes peaking in the clouds of frothy foam
That reflect in deep underwater pools of orange light
Too drunk to remember, too drunk to, he drifts through orange pockets of sound
When suddenly he surfaces and again wades in the orange spray of flying mist
He tastes something awful, hates when that happens
Fading light dims the sky, vague shapes poke out in the clouds
Turning to vibrant blasts of orange, exploding in the night
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