Suits - Pacific Air

Blacked out singers

And blacked out cabs

Don’t lift a finger with your heavy hand

No one sees your blue coats of diamonds, second hand

Your eyes are opened wide and no

Your suits never change

And your suits never change

But you don’t know why

And your friends don’t try to stay awake

And your suits never change

And your photos stay the same

But you don’t know why

That your friends don’t try to stay awake

I can see you falling through the clouds

You land on the softest piece of ground

You tuck your shit where no one can see you drinking by yourself

You land on the softest piece of ground

And your suits never change

And your suits never change

But you don’t know why

That your friends don’t try to stay awake

And your suits never change

And your photos stay the same

But you don’t know why

That your friends don’t try to stay awake

And your suits never change

And your suits never change

But you don’t know why

That your friends don’t try to stay

And your suits never change

And your photos stay the same

But you don’t know why

That your friends don’t try to stay awake