AT THE END OF THE NIGHT

I know you tried
I know you're cursed
I know your best was still your worst
When hollywood was calling out your name

if I stayed behind would you let your hair grow?
I will forget the favors that you owe
I'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms bright
Let's bury ourselves and go haunt someone tonight

I know you tried
I know you're cursed
I know your best was still your worst
When hollywood was calling out your name

(Band of Horses - St. Augustine)