Sweet Springs Testo

Testo Sweet Springs

THINK I’LL SIT AND REST MY BONES LOW IN MY EVENING CHAIR
I’LL FOLLOW YOU RIGHT INTO THE COLORS THAT FLOAT IN THE AIR
THOUGH I HAVE A CALM OBSESSION WITH THOSE CHANGING EYES
THE MORE THAT I SEE OUT IN FRONT OF ME THE MORE THAT I WANT TO GET BY
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE?
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE I KNOW WHO I WAS THINKING OF
I NEED SOME WARM AFFECTION AND SHADE OF A LIVE OAK TREE
WE MADE IT OUT OF A LONG WESTERN DROUGHT LET US DRINK FROM THESE SWEET DRIPPING SPRINGS
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE
WHO NEEDS MY LOVE
YOU KNOW WHO I WAS THINKING OF