julia holter
vasquez
Let me tell you about Faces I see  The stately, the rugged Under dirt And sun umbrellas Their eyes on the gun  Some puppy eyes Some fierce lady eyes Some warm gentleman eyes But some eyes That can't look into mine Look into mine  "Bandido" They call me No one knows the story I hate an imperious glance In the gold country  I'm writing her a love song How we fall into a dream in the rocks Our rocks They found me there Chased after me I crawled away quickly Wasn't sure if i was lost or if I was running away again Up what you now call the fourteen I was a runner up the fourteen Their mouths move Say they wanna be the good guys They wanna be triumphant  They put me to sleep On diagonal rocks So no one knows the story I hate an imperious glance In the gold country In the gold  No one knows the story Of "Bandido" In the gold country "Bandido" No one knows the story I hate an imperious glance In the gold country In the gold country