Palms Local Natives

[Verse 1]
Leaving to escape
Windmills on the southern plain
Hum your name

49 palms muddled over my words
Wait for more

[Chorus]
Sleep alone
Start all over

[Verse 2]
Visions flood my mind
So the sins come alive
In the blurring light

Thought I saw your face
Watching broken fingers play
By now we've changed

[Chorus]
Sleep alone
Start all over

[Verse 3]
The fire then the flood
Could something wrong be something good?
Do you think it should?