Wood grain, dark stain It's that motif for rooted belief in old records You've got strong hands You're a good man You're my dream You're my dream You're my dream Say, you're my dream You're my dream I do not want to bring you With me on my way down That's one thought I can't take Don't let me push you around I'm hot and I'm cold I realize But my words are never fake I know just what you're thinking "How long is this gonna take?" Is that wood grain, dark stain? It's that motif for rooted belief in old records You've got strong hands You're a good man You're my dream I do not want to bring you With me on my way down That's one thought I can't take Don't let me push you around I'm hot and I'm cold I realize But my words are never fake I know just what you're thinking "How long is this gonna take?" "How long is this gonna take? I understand that you can't stay And, hey scorpio, let down your hair My bones are bare But I just, I can't see this through Until you're newly repossessed with visions Of our freedom Oh, of our freedom Mhm Ooh This gonna take, gonna take Gonna take, gonna take This gonna take, gonna take? You're sexy like the seventies In your cream and white Your chunky brown