They Find You - Louis Cole

I think of the night that it rained on the hill

I know my car wasn’t safe sitting still

Swept all the trash can away, the rising tide

Dry up against, or stay, so I dry

Odd to see these things happening

Yeah

They find you, find you

You and wheels could not grip what was real

Right near the edge of the cliff, time was still

The universe made of sweat, dating it

It felt so nice to exist after it

Odd to see these things happening

Yeah

They find you, find you

They find you, find you