Soneva (604 Sessions)

Mixed drinks
Mixed feelings
Frayed ties
Can't see them
Your loss
So be it
Cut off

In my dreams we could live Soneva, my love
Escape from the pressures and paper, just us
Guitar while you're painting your pictures
That'd be kind of nice, right?

You hate what you're doing
Burnt coffee at work
I hate to see it
We grind through the hurt
Our patience is passing
I'm dying of thirst
Would we be crazy

If we fucked off to Soneva?
No neighbours
Skinny-dip until sunrise, I'm just saying
All it would take is a ticket
Just take it
Yeah, take it, sell all our shit
If we fucked off to Soneva
Babe, could we fuck off to Soneva?
Please

We're struggling with rent
We struggle to stay here
There's no way to quit
Your Dad needs the papers
I know you miss home
I miss old faces
But baby who knows what we'd find
What we'd find in new places?

You hate what you're doing
Burnt coffee at work
I hate to see it
We're grinding through the hurt
Our patience is passing
I'm dying of thirst
Would we be crazy

If we fucked off to Soneva?
No neighbours
Skinny-dip until sunrise, I'm just saying
All it would take is a ticket
Just take it
Yeah, take it, sell all our shit
If we fucked off to Soneva
Babe, could we fuck off to Soneva?
Please

No more rolling dice
Just gin poured over ice
So, when the moonlight reignites
Gin poured over ice
No more rolling dice
It sure feels nice feeling nice
So, when the moonlight reignites
Gin poured over ice

Soneva
Skinny-dip until sunrise, I'm just saying
All it would take is a ticket
Just take it
Yeah, take it, sell all our shit

If we fucked off to Soneva
No neighbours
Skinny-dip until sunrise, I'm just saying
All it would take is a ticket
Just take it
Yeah, take it sell all our shit



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Manierka, Jacobsson Henrik Bo, Madisyn Gifford
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