Local Natives - Gulf Shores lyrics

Here's your gold rush, your triple cherries Here's the moment you've waited for Oh, I know it changing The roots have split the pavement The saints of teenage wildlife Don't leave, it's dying on the vine I remember California Watching smoke come through the floor Oh, I know it changing The roots have split the pavement And we are coursing through to fight Evade a fight I like to fight The saints (We ride along the main drive) Of teenage wildlife (We turned away to look back) Don't leave (We're crossing in the evening) It's dying on the vine (You wonder if you missed out) And we (We're turning all the stones) Are coursing through to fight (All our mangled history staring back) Evade (I breathe out when you breathe in) A fight I like to fight (I breathe in when you all breathe out) How could I know that you'd waste all this? How could I know that you'd waste it all? How could I know that you'd waste all this? How could I know that you'd waste it all?