I stand on Portland Hill
Wanting to roll myself down
Not to be preacher clean
I don't want to believe in myself

Walked off my past beliefs
And I decide to begin
By taking all time low
So you can see who I am

Beauty, local

Thick yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would
Thick yellow trust
And it seems you were lost
And dishonored still
Yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would

I roll past all my friends
No one can slow me down
I pick up too speed
I'm burning off mistakes I learned and
Why do I believe?
Why do I believe?
Why do I believe?
Why do I believe?

Beauty, local

Thick yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would
Thick yellow trust
And it seems you were lost
And dishonored still
Yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would
You would

Thick yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would
Thick yellow trust
And it seems you were lost
And dishonored still
Yellow trust
And it seems like you forgot
And I knew you would
And I knew you would
And I knew you would