Florence

You glow like the city lights

You make sense till the city nights

You're gonna be alright

Cuffed overalls and some Nikes on

She's wearing my shirt sitting on the lawn

Watching Twin Peaks with the volume down, yeah

There's something about the way you move

Not like I felt it too

There ain't no way that I could tell you

Fleetwood Mac in the backseat, of a New York taxi

With your eyes on the sun, we could go on the run