Wood grain, dark stain
It's that motif for rooted belief in old records
You've got strong hands
You're a good man
You're my dream
You're my dream
You're my dream
Say, you're my dream
You're my dream
I do not want to bring you
With me on my way down
That's one thought I can't take
Don't let me push you around
I'm hot and I'm cold I realize
But my words are never fake
I know just what you're thinking
"How long is this gonna take?"
Is that wood grain, dark stain?
It's that motif for rooted belief in old records
You've got strong hands
You're a good man
You're my dream
I do not want to bring you
With me on my way down
That's one thought I can't take
Don't let me push you around
I'm hot and I'm cold I realize
But my words are never fake
I know just what you're thinking
"How long is this gonna take?"
"How long is this gonna take?
I understand that you can't stay
And, hey scorpio, let down your hair
My bones are bare
But I just, I can't see this through
Until you're newly repossessed with visions
Of our freedom
Oh, of our freedom
Mhm
Ooh
This gonna take, gonna take
Gonna take, gonna take
This gonna take, gonna take?
You're sexy like the seventies
In your cream and white
Your chunky brown
