Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon down the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening, as is now is not the time, ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh then, how we gonna cry?
'Cause it once might not mean something?
Love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
And all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I see you
Turn around, now you're my A Team
Turn around, now you're my A Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A Team
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Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon down the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening, as is now is not the time, ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh then, how we gonna cry?
'Cause it once might not mean something?
Love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
And all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I see you
Turn around, now you're my A Team
Turn around, now you're my A Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A Team
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon down the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening, as is now is not the time, ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh then, how we gonna cry?
'Cause it once might not mean something?
Love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
And all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I see you
Turn around, now you're my A Team
Turn around, now you're my A Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A Team
Writer: Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon
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Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.