Description

Tropical folk pop, Slow tempo, warm, relaxed, beach, sunny, lazy, calm, mellow, retro, 1950s, 50's, quirky, dreamy, singer songwriter, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, bongos, congas, percussion

Lyrics

this could be the last thing that i see
these poisoned berries

our journey to the lost city of z
and we nearly made it

was cut short by my own stupidity
it seems so contagious

i wasted all your precious time with mine
and i hadn't reserved it

oh well i couldn't tell
why your face looked pale

it looks like our own plan failed
and we can't be no one else

oh well i couldn't tell
why my face began to swell

but this could be the last i see
of these poisoned berries

yeah this could be the last that i see
of these poisoned berries