Letra da Música Lemon de Local Natives

Sour lemon eyes
Staring down the daylight
And the La River makes you laugh
You say: "why's a gutter got a name like that? "

You're toweling up your wet hair
I hear your coffee grind
The credits rolling on last night's late night
We're always somewhere between
Leaving and arrived
I just wanna be here at the same time

Slouching when you walk
Just like Hillhurst palms
A penny and a lotto ticket to scratch
You win enough to keep you coming back

A cross above the freeway
Holy neon light
Everybody crawling for their lives
You're watching your reflection
In a Tv turned off
How long you gonna pay more than it costs?

Lemon eyes, trying to let the light in
Lemon eyes, all our streets are Violet
Lemon eyes, trying to let the light in
Lemon eyes, all our streets are Violet