St. Augustine

Silver scents of Saint Augustine Fire in the ground between my better teeth We're dancing on the poisoned in their graves At the end of the night we'd all seen better days I know you tried, I know you're cursed I know your best was still your worst When Hollywood was calling out your name Saint Augustine If I stayed behind, would you let your hair grow? I will forget the favors that you owe I'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms bright Let's bury ourselves and go haunt someone tonight I know you tried, I know you're cursed I know your best was still your worst When Hollywood was calling out your name Saint Augustine Saint Augustine Saint Augustine Saint Augustine