Beach House - The Cave Singers

Wake in the morning,

we been talking

about reflection and sitting on a tree.

Heard what you said though,

moving southward

to apartment no body can leave.

Sun has woken,

up above there

from the beach light

staring at me.

A mirror, a mountain,

standing beer cans,

honey go there and there they be.

Hear them talkin' about me well,

I ain’t no daughter of these halls,

I’m just myself

and no one else.

Hear them talkin' about me well,

and I date the youngest of three

but no one cares.

Let curses be cured down here…"