Back To Me - Daya

Theres a girl with the red dress on Some folks call her Dinah Stoled my heart away from me Way down in Louisiana Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry The big bee sucks the blossom And the little bee makes the honey Poor man throws the cotton And the rich man makes the money Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Would can talk to Susy, would can talk to Susy Would can talk to Susy, now can talk to Susy Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Always wear this great big smile We never do look sour We travel all over this country wide Playing music by the hour Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry

I dream in phosphorescence Bleed through spaces See you drifting past the fog But no one told you where to go We dive through crystal waters Perfect oceans But no one told me not to breathe And now the weightlessness recedes My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Well, yeah, I spit blood when I wake up Sink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and make-up Just two days since the mainframe went down and I'm still messed up Room feels like a meat freezer I dangle in like cold cuts Missed calls, answer phones from people I just don't trust Mirror talk, fake love But I'll take a pound of your flesh 'Fore you take a piece of my paystub White roses, black doves Godmother, rise up I need you to see me for what I have become My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got Until we lose it And no amount of love will keep it around If we don't choose it And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire (When we were made) (It was no accident) (You know my desire) (We were tangled up like branches in a flood) I have traveled far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden

Take me out of this prison Back to the clear blue sky Take me back to the part where this cowboy's heart Want's to live 'til I die Take me back to the prairie Away from these cold prison bars By a campfire's gleam let me lie there and dream Under a blanket of stars Where each mountain top wears a halo Of fleecy white clouds overhead Where symphonies ring from birds on the wing And the grass is like a soft feather bed Take me back to the prairie Bach to the land I love best So that when I am gone I'll be where I belong There in my haven of rest

I'm always on the road, you're always all alone And I'm not always there when I'm at home But I'm ready for a little change I'm ready to accept some blame So let's back up to yesterday Let's get back in love Back to dreamin' of all those little things we used to do Let's start holdin' hands Let's start makin' plans, honey Let's get back to me and you It's not like it was when we fell in love When all we had was enough Well, I don't like the blues I like love that's true, honey Let's get back to me and you Let's get back in love Back to dreamin' of All those little things we used to do Let's start holdin' hands Let's start makin' plans, honey Let's get back to me and you Let's get back in love Back to dreamin' of All those little things we used to do Let's start holdin' hands Let's start makin' plans, honey Let's get back to me and you Yeah,let's get back in love Back to dreamin' of All those little things we used to do Let's start holdin' hands Let's start makin' plans, honey Let's get back to me and you Well honey,let's get on back to me and you

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true