Lyrics to Oxbow

Barna in white

Married the night

What dreams become concrete, they may feel trite

Makes a dull mind



Well I'll give it all to you for a while, that's fine

A speck in the oxbow

Depressing by design

If I go along with it, am I lying to you?

Watching from a distance

Whispering close about anything else

But it's not that far



I want it all