Interpret:

Early November, The

Album:

In Currents

There's something in the way I say your name.
It sends blood rushing to my face.
Exiting my legs,
I have colder feet.
When there flooded my eyes won't see...
That you've grown from the fairy tale and need a little more.
You said call off all of the wedding bells I need a little time.
Whatever..
I mean what's holding me.
If it's the bottom I'm rooted in.
T=You take me by the hand and ball my feet.
You say you'll never get rid of me.
Till you've grown from the fairy tale and need a little more.
You said call off all of the wedding bells I need a little time.
Once upon a time
We were meant to be.