Testo Sweet Springs

THINK I’LL SIT AND REST MY BONES LOW IN MY EVENING CHAIR
I’LL FOLLOW YOU RIGHT INTO THE COLORS THAT FLOAT IN THE AIR
THOUGH I HAVE A CALM OBSESSION WITH THOSE CHANGING EYES
THE MORE THAT I SEE OUT IN FRONT OF ME THE MORE THAT I WANT TO GET BY
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE?
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE I KNOW WHO I WAS THINKING OF
I NEED SOME WARM AFFECTION AND SHADE OF A LIVE OAK TREE
WE MADE IT OUT OF A LONG WESTERN DROUGHT LET US DRINK FROM THESE SWEET DRIPPING SPRINGS WHO NEEDS MY LOVE
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE
YOU KNOW WHO I WAS THINKING OF