Nhạc sĩ: Brett Warren, Brad Warren, Blair Daly
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Floating away like a bottle in the water
Sun down here just feels a little hotter
Burning away today
Cause I ain't got her no more, no more
Something kinda dark about stone white beaches
Nobody here, practice what they preach
The truth is, the truth ain't what I'm reaching for
In the distance I hear tequila talk
And college chicks in the parking lot
While I just lay here staring up at God
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins
Let my hair grow in room 108
I'm getting over you
I ain't even gonna try
Cause I'm on a roll
Filling up this hole
With sand in my soul
Headphone shades, never getting rattled
Spend all day just building you a castle
It's okay if you're back in the saddle at home
Back home
I hate to say I'm glad
You broke my heart
And I hate to say it isn't tearing me apart
But look the way this tiki bar
Is somehow never closed
Sand in my soul
Beer in my veins
Let my hair grow
In room 108
I'm getting over you
I ain't even gonna try
Cause I'm on a roll
Filling up this hole
Sand in my soul
In the distance I hear tequila talk
And college chicks in the parking lot
Well I just lay here staring up at God
Sand in my soul
Beer in my veins
Let my hair grow
Down to my waist
Gettin' over you
I ain't even gonna try
Cause I'm on a roll
Filling up this hole
Sand in my soul
In the distance I hear tequila talk
Down to my waist
Gettin' over you
Sand in my soul