Shut Your Eyes - Bad Moves

Cruising around, it’s those late summer mornings

Dragging you down whole under a long, descending sky

You shut your eyes, shut your eyes

Stomach in knots, excuse yourself and leave the party

Echoing thoughts, spinning over in your mind

You’re wasting time, wasting time

Sun sinking low, chase it on, oh

Down to the road’s horizon

Thundering pulse, the moment slows

And oh, it ticks on by, yeah

Miles to go, the wind blows

You try to force a smile, yeah

The season’s brought a single thought

Plays over in your mind, yeah

Everything dies, everything dies

You shut your eyes, shut your eyes