715 Creeks Songtext
von Cristin Milioti

Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday

Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn′t easing all that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening as is now is not the time
Oooh


Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp

Oh then, how we gonna cry?
'Cause it once might not mean something?
Love at second glance, it is not something that we′ll need
But honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
And all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I see you
Turn around, now you're my A-team
Turn around, now you′re my A-team
God damn, turn around now
You′re my A-team