#gretson edit

Wildest Dreams by Carson Shaw

we were stupid to jump

in the ocean separating us,

remember how i'd fly to you?

and i can't talk to you when you're like this

staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town -

i’m new york city -

i still do it for you, babe.

they all warned us about times like this;

they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith, blind faith.

but we might just get away with it -

religion's in your lips

even if it's a false god,

we'd still worship.

we might just get away with it -

the altar is my hips

even if it's a false god,

we'd still worship this love.

GRETA AND CARSON MY EVERYTHING.