Cubism Dream - Local Natives

She flew across the sea

We talked on a small screen

A cubism dream

The most beautiful squares I’d ever seen

The canvas was free

A gift good mother gave to me

We joked at how they talked so differently

I will never know what had rot my heart

It just came and went in the dark

I had changed into the certain kind of man

That could break your heart with his own hands

We were to scan our own towns

And make good on what we found

Oh, what a fool I was to think

That I could get by on a smile and a wink

I make a friend, I make you sick

Could you even imagine a kiss?

We spoke of how we talked so differently

I spoke of how I felt so differently

I will never know what had rot my heart

It just came and went in the dark

I had changed into the certain kind of man

That could break your heart with his own hands

So in Australia, on Halloween

I proved what our love meant to me

The suffering, the struggling

I did it for you

I did it for me

I did it for me

I did it for me

I did it for me