Native - Backseat Crew

From winter to summer the climates like costumes
We paint them depending on spirit
With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we’ve disguised with blankets of distrust
We sleep through the tension

Take reign and strive, we’ll hold you close
Our years grow long; our patience short

Daybreak; the light brings encounter
The arms shake, the trunk stays unbroken
It holds mood and drive
The arms lull, the tree holds
At nightfall the city brings discord
The blood halts, the muscles keep motion
With motive we surge
The blood flows, the eyes close

Remember the late nights?
We both watched the same lines unfold in the light