Waxahatchee Oxbow
Barna in white
Married the night
What dreams become concrete, they may feel trite
Makes a dull mind
Well I'll give it all to you for a while, that's fine
A speck in the oxbow
Depressing by design
If I go along with it, am I lying to you?
Watching from a distance
Whispering close about anything else
But it's not that far
I want it all
