Wye Oak
My Creator
What kind of man, what could I be?Afraid of everyone I meetLie forever, afterthoughtSome are menAnd some are notAnd love [???]What could I standIf there's my [???]Was there your landLie[?] forever future [???]But here I stay and here I amAnd who but you?What could I know?To follow with me far below.My protect and servitudeAnd crippling dependencyWhat kind of woman would I beIf I refuse what's asked of me?Some lines can turn you [???] [???] [???]Some names will never be forgot.My body can, but I cannotI'm sorry, mommyI cannot.
From Letras Mania