pretty lights

You wouldn't need any form of substance to get high on this. Ah, the right kind of laid-back and groove.

Picture this: You. At the roadside in some quaint province. Just before sunset. The smell of beach sand not very far. Hair in a neat mess and dark Persol shades on. A few european strangers waiting to be cultured. Rolled-up ciggies. Groovin' on the street. Barefeet, hands up. Raw.

Finally Moving by Pretty Lights

The piano and violin is sick. The song is orgasm to my ears.


p/s: check out covers of this song. They're good too, but I swear the original is the best.