Downtown I found myself calling in my very own
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Downtown I found myself calling in my very own
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Do you need to take my youth to
get the know-how to turn it well
Fortdays, fortnights all we have every little often so
Take my hand to help you learn to turn it well
Baby, maybe we can really turn it well
Take them frames off, turn your head
say it when my left ear needs it, no girl can resist it
don’t you hesitate, Sea Eyes, baby you can turn it well
Do you need to change my youth to
Get the know-how to turn it well
Maybe we can suit up and leave the photos home
And I’ll walk you through the woods, crossing fingers
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