Blue Mantra - Green Couch Lyrics

Taking my breath while you feed my soul
But your sweet berries don't taste the same
Only your love grows, grows for me
But weeds there's plenty, plenty I'm told

Well baby girl, he's got you good
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh
Fatal words were fire to wood
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh

Spend your time with me beneath my sheets
Minds tangled in blues don't treat me so well
You pull me in, I beg the truth to bed
So cover me whole because I'm feeling lonely

Well baby girl, he's got you good
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh
Fatal words were fire to wood
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh

Baby girl, he's got you good
Fatal words were fire to wood

I'm feeling lonely
I'm feeling lonely
I'm feeling low
I'm feeling low

Oh darling, oh darling, oh...