Milk Songtext
von Nanna
Milk Songtext
I really thought about this, no, I don′t say a lot
But this has been weighin' on me, I couldn′t help it
You've been so sure of this, maybe I'll become like the ocean
Clear as the water, no soil, no doubt
I roll back, exhale, pulling back the veil
Something isn′t right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, mm, mm-mm
Let me just think about this, somewhere away from the current
Muddy as a puddle, I sit and we stutter
And while I turn this ship, well, I felt that I lost the connection
And when it hit me, it just hit me so hard, I couldn′t help it
I roll back, exhale, ghost without a wail
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
You come back every month of May
Rose colored in the disarray
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, mm
But this has been weighin' on me, I couldn′t help it
You've been so sure of this, maybe I'll become like the ocean
Clear as the water, no soil, no doubt
I roll back, exhale, pulling back the veil
Something isn′t right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, mm, mm-mm
Let me just think about this, somewhere away from the current
Muddy as a puddle, I sit and we stutter
And while I turn this ship, well, I felt that I lost the connection
And when it hit me, it just hit me so hard, I couldn′t help it
I roll back, exhale, ghost without a wail
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time
Oh, you′re sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silk to my hand
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
You come back every month of May
Rose colored in the disarray
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, mm
Writer(s): Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir, Aaron Dessner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
