Pink Skies - Dodji

Thrift store fashion, imperfect tattoos Taking showers, minus shampoo You are my favourite everything Been telling girls that since I was 16 Shut up, I love you You're my best friend Get ya under pink skies, I know exactly where we should go 'Cause I love the way your green eyes mix with that Malibu indigo Talking under pink skies, I think our hearts are starting to show That it's better, you and I, under pink skies Underwear, I kinda care Wanna look good for you British bomb, you turn me on No matter what ya do You are my favourite everything Been telling you that since 2015 Shut up, I love you You're my best friend Get ya under pink skies, I know exactly where we should go 'Cause I love the way your green eyes mix with that Malibu indigo Talking under pink skies, I think our hearts are starting to show That it's better, you and I, under pink skies We can work it out You and I are meant to be together This is how it's supposed to feel I'm in love with how this feels Get ya under pink skies, I know exactly where we should go 'Cause I love the way your green eyes mix with that Malibu indigo Talking under pink skies, I think our hearts are starting to show That it's better you and I under pink skies Get ya under pink skies, I know exactly where we should go 'Cause I love the way your green eyes mix with that Malibu indigo Talking under pink skies, I think our hearts are starting to show That it's better, you and I, under pink skies

The kids are in town for a funeral So, pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught 'em to enjoy So, clean the house, clear the drawers Mop the floors, stand tall Like no one's ever been here before or at all And don't you mention all the inches That are scraped on the door frame We all know you tip toed up to 4'1 back in '08 If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud But you'd think they's yuppies Your funeral was beautiful I bet God heard you coming The kids are in town for a funeral And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin' On that kid out on the river You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud But you'd think they's yuppies Your funeral was beautiful Bet God heard you coming If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud But you'd think they's yuppies Your funeral was beautiful I bet God heard you coming The kids are in town for a funeral So, pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught 'em to enjoy

I wanted to leave it all behind I couldn't get her out of my mind Fly through space, kick a hole in the sky Never knowing what I could find Babe it was you What else could I do Babe it was you What else could I do Head in the clouds, am I losing my brain? Maybe I died on the wrong plane Walking alone and I caught your smile Maybe I'll just stay here a while Babe it was you What else could I do Babe it was you What else could I do Maybe the wrong way Is always the right place And there's nothing that I can control Who says I'll ever come back? Maybe I'll never come back (Babe it was you) Maybe I wanna stay here (What else could I do) Maybe try again next year I'm walking through your door now (Babe it was you) Who says I'll ever come back? I'm walking through your door now (What else could I do) Maybe I'll never come back (Babe it was you) Maybe I wanna stay here (What else could I do) Maybe try again next year