Superbowl Lyrics

Hey, my brother. Who sits til he's found?
Well it's the fears of many that lie in the ground
And Oh, how they love a town
filled with beautiful debris
And Oh, how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leave

Where we're at's not right
with these matters undefined
Well come on and
and if we traveled south
and then all those people changed
we would have saved ourselves
and left our friends behind

Hey, my lovely. Who waits at your door?
Well, it's the fears of many there waiting for more
And Oh, How we place the crown
On these less than perfect things
And oh how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leave

Where we're at's not right
With these matters undefined
Well come on and
And if we traveled south
and then all those people changed
we would have saved ourselves
and left our friends behind

Come on, Come on
And if it's white lights you want
And if it's more than a thought
That wasn't safe from the start
Come and come on
And if it's white lights you want
And if it's more than a thought
That wasn't safe

And if we traveled south and the all those people changed
we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind
And if we traveled south and all those people changed
we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind