Natives - Young Statues

We only flock this town with the intent

To burn it down.

We only swim with you

To watch you drown.

Chalk it up to being alone

Sleeping with the light on

Somebody feeling sold out to the pain

A native son, not much to gain

You know it’s all this place to blame

I see it all ahead

We’re waking up that dread

It’s climbing up my back

We know the trap

No point to question why

What we buried in the night

Can’t come back to tell our lives

And all of this time

We’re waiting on the night

On the lonesome night

Somebody feeling sold out to the pain

A native son, not much to gain

You’re feeling sold out to the pain

The only friend that will remain

You know it’s all this place to blame

And it all will move far too quickly

To let you choose

It comes quiet

It comes quiet

It comes quiet