Conveyor
Woolgatherer
Oh wood, I wouldn't give you upTo be outside, outlieI'm thinking like an extra color or two would doWouldn't you say?Oh wood, I wouldn't give you upTo be outside, outlieWait up for the others, so fewCan't help but think of youI know, I knowOh wood, I wouldn't let you goRosy shift, the fox, the quick, the painted fewI'm working on myself a lot, I promiseI'll make it up to you with all the extra things I findIn my time outsideMoon, come upRiver, take us upI'm working on myself a lot, I promiseSickly in the streamWet behind the dreamOh kid, I couldn't let you know'Cause I'm too highAnd you're not mine anymore
From Letras Mania