Ceilings (Local Natives cover)

I haven't stopped your smoking yet So I'll share your cigarette Just to feel it in my fingers Walk around 'til 3 a.m. Tell me what I know again To keep myself from second guessing All my silver dreams bring me to you Hold the summer in your hands 'Til the summer turns to sand We were staring at our ceilings Thinking of what we'd give To have one more day of sun One day of sun Silver dreams bring me to you Silver dreams bring me to you Silver dreams bring me to you [bad word] [bad word]