But Us - Florian Picasso, Echosmith

Far away from home

Friends don’t ever call me anymore

Bending in the pressure of the storm

Everything is breaking here

Scared of growing old

Nothing feels familiar here, alone

Holding on when cities turn to dust

Everything is breaking here

(But us)

Everything is breaking here (Breaking here)

(Breaking here) But us

Far away from home

Friends don’t ever call me anymore

Bending in the pressure of the storm

Everything is breaking here

Scared of growing old

Nothing feels familiar here, alone

Holding on when cities turn to dust

Everything is breaking here

(But us)

(But us)

(Breaking here)

(Breaking here)

But us