Oxbow - Waxahatchee

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

I want it all

I want it all, oh

I want it all

I want it all

I want it all, oh

I want it all

I want it all

I want it all, oh