Simpatico

I need a reason to keep hiking
Cause my toes are getting cold
And I've been thinking about dying
But I'll keep dreaming my pot of gold

It's getting steeper where I'm climbing
But I'll be dustin' off my shoulders when I roll
Is anybody thinking about crying
It's going to be raining every day until it snows

Does she know
Does she know

It's so simpatico, to be out of control
With your nose in a rose, in a place of your own

All of my trips come to an end before my wishes are real
(These days go fast so make them last before you're stuck in the past)
So if I ever come down I guess I'll know how you feel
(Another prick in the road, another dog with a bone)
I'd never guess on my own that I'd be making this deal
(So scared to open the door, so scared to get off the floor)
I can see through your eyes so surreal
(Maybe you're living a life, maybe you've already died)

Does she know
Does she know

It's so simpatico, to be out of control
With your nose in a rose, in a place of your own
It's so simpatico, to be out of control
With your nose in a rose, in a place of your own



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Johnson, Cole Stocker, Sam Johnson
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