Description

One-Stop, Indie singer songwriter, Medium tempo, sparse intro, bluesy, jazzy, love, heartbreak, hurt, relationships, minor, walking bass, jangly, becomes rocking, building, moody, emotional, young, passionate, personal, heartfelt, lonely, nostalgic, americana, growing up, Male vocals, female vocals, background vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, organ, electric piano, drums, bass, Chattanooga, Tennessee, United States

Lyrics

Well your mama always worried And she passed it on to you You were born in the South With a taste in your mouth Of Pacific Ocean blue You were always somethin’ special I could hear it when you sing But the way that you paused Between your words when you called Had a different kind of sting Was I not enough For your holy love? But the scars of lust My soul will be yours soon I’m growin’ up Well I always loved the present But you loved the memories And the future is near But as long as you’re here I’ll love as much as you’ll give me If I slept well in the jungle I would drown into the sea And float to the sand With my hand in your hand And the love I kept for me