tell me something

Slow mover, you can't come sooner

I need you more than you know

Dreamweaver, your fortune keeper

Call me when you get back home

Big thinking is so convincing

They're kind of killing my hope

Slow mover, don't ever lose her

So I'm keeping two hands wrapped on our rope

So, won't you tell me something?

Something I won't believe

Heaven knows I need nothing

I heard nothing won't leave

But I want it back

I want it bad

And I want it back

I want it bad

Rough lining trapped in lightning

Throw salt on all that you sow

What's worse than another person

Do you have to do that dance on your own?

So, won't you tell me something?

Something I won't believe

Heaven knows I need nothing

I heard nothing won't leave

But I want it back

I want it bad

And I want it back

I want it bad