Vasquez (Live at RAK)

Let me tell you about
Faces I see

The stately, the rugged
Under dirt and sun umbrellas
Their eyes on the gun

Some puppy eyes
Some fierce lady eyes
Some warm gentleman eyes
But some eyes
That can't look into mine
Look into mine

"Bandido"
They call me
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country

I'm writing her a love song
How we fall into a dream in the rocks
Our rocks
They found me there
Chased after me
I crawled away quickly

Wasn't sure if I was lost or
If I was running away again
Up what you now call "The 14"
I was a runner up The 14
Their mouths move
To say they wanna be the good guys
They wanna be triumphant
They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks

So no one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
In the gold

No one knows the story
I hate
In the gold country
"Bandido"
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
In the gold country



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Holter
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