Tourists

Can you see sharks from helicopters
'Cause I can't see them from planes
Night is choked by illumination
Tourists are swimming in their clothes

Dream I'm awake
And you wish you were sleeping
I know that you've gone away, gone away

I'm better off, hot pink with your phone number
Fold into truth so well
The Sun arrives the way a dream is broken
Reasons we give
Stories we tell

He's the kind that keeps his windows open
Talk to him, I might fall in
Love breaks through gold, e'er summer
Drown in delta waves again