歌词
Verse
Oooh
He’ll be back tomorrow
He won’t be back in June
He’ll come back with a sorrow
That he’ll leave too soon
Pre-chorus
Look at this weave that I have woven into your head
All your paths are painted golden that’s what he said
Look at this web that I have spun
It has only just begun
Chorus
My wanderer is free
My wanderer will see
My wanderer and me
Verse
He said he’s going down under
Where he’s ahead of me
All this time makes me wonder
If love is what it’s cracked up to be
Pre-chorus
Look at this weave that I have woven into my head
All my paths are painted golden that’s what I’ve read
Look at this web that I have spun
Down a path of my one
My wanderer is free
My wanderer will see
My wanderer is me
Time won’t stand still for no man
Run and get out while you still can
Take your insecurities and flaunt them
Make your paranoia haunt them
Only then you will see
That you are truly free
Like my wanderer and me
Oooh oooh oooh
Like my wanderer and me
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Written by: Amie Ellen Parsons, Chloe Penrose Payne
