Oxbow Songtext
von 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
All

I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
All

I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
All