Four Walls Songtext

Long winding beaches, the sunshine conceals us.

And no one can reach us for miles.

We're lost in the desert. Hanging out in t-shirts.

Thumbing down rigs for a ride.



Well we might not make it there!

I just want to make that clear.



Blue skies cover green hills.

Sipping moonshine from gin stills.
Looking for a good place to hide.

Ice storms and snow drifts, cold feet and chapped lips.

We must have gone west and turned right.



This is where we'll call home.

Got four walls, and a burning stove.

I can't buy you gold when push comes to shove.

But all you will have in your hand is my love.



I'm not working from nine to five.

Got some money you've put aside.

With any luck, we'll get to see grace land one day.



This is where we'll call home.

Got four walls and a burning stove.

I can't buy you gold when push comes to shove.

But all you will have round your wrist is my love.



Well we might not make it there.

Oh, I just wanna make that clear.



Spending all day driving.

Taking in horizons.

So many, that we've left behind.

And we'll be together.

We're so fucking clever

Off into the sunset we'll ride.



This is where we'll call home.

Got four walls, and a burning stove.

I can't buy you gold when push comes to shove.

But all you will have 'round your wrist, is my love

Wrapped 'round your wrist, is my love.

And held in your hand is my love.

Don't ever fear with my love.

Keep close to your heart all my love