You were chasing love
and giving out your heart to the crowd by the beach house
I do the dream about
Tripping on your body, blame it on nobody
Your fingertip so fine
holding on the chain to the swing that you sit on
Love is tearing you apart,
but you will never find it and it will never want you
Your cool burns
I am your garden your loom
Seems you are
like those in the hills like those in the woods
I aint got no moves to groove you down
Your cool burns
I am your garden, your loom
Your cool burns
I am your garden, your loom