Drunk In La - Beach House

Can't help seeking corners

Of dark and deadend roads

Where the drinks keep pouring down

And the candles keep me warm

Isolation tender

Something fragile coming soon

Skinny angels making eyes at cameras

Perched in every room

I had a good run

playing horses in my mind

Left my heart out somewhere running

Wanting strangers to be mine

Memory's a sacred meat

That's drying all the time

On a hillside I remember

I am loving losing life

Strawberries in springtime

Pretty happy accidents

My awareness that I'm lucky

Rolling clouds over cement

Maybe there's a screenplay

Or a bathroom I can hide

Down the hallways of a high school

And the dances left behind

I had a good run

playing horses in my mind

Left my heart out somewhere running

Wanting strangers to be mine

I would climb the Eiffel Tower

Write letters on the sky

How many turns it took to reach you

I had a good run

playing horses in my mind

On a hillside I remember

I am loving losing life