Spiral - Wye Oak

Thoughts becoming her

Mean on, let it

When our lips come together

I come over

Wake up notices you made it

Beauty, baby

When our lips come together

I get older

One more time

And this is what you wanted to know

You are mine, hope

One more time

And this is what you wanted to know

You are mine, hope

Got yourself in the constant, content

You are over my shoulder

Distant, past

When our lips come together

I come over

As we’re coming our present

I get older

One more time

And this is what you wanted to know

You are mine, hope

One more time

And this is what you wanted to know

You are mine, hope