Beach Bum Video (MV)

Across the sky we flew
Landing sharp as razor blades
Woke up to perfect days
It seems as if a promise was made
This California sun
It stole all our blues away
Each day i watch it burn
All the morning fog away

I came to leave you came to stay
You gave your american life away
A life on the beach is all you need
Sold it all for treasures in heaven and sea

She asked where we are from
That southern way we draw our words
Sticking out like thumbs
Out of place a little sore
From hand-prints on the ground
See how well we measure up
To scrolls in a museum
Then the beach a little rough