Testo Oxbow

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