tell me something

Slow mover, you can't come sooner
I need you more than you know
Dreamweaver, your fortune keeper
Call me when you get back home
Big thinking is so convincing
They're kind of killing my hope
Slow mover, don't ever lose her
So I'm keeping two hands wrapped on our rope

So, won't you tell me something?
Something I won't believe
Heaven knows I need nothing
I heard nothing won't leave
But I want it back
I want it bad
And I want it back
I want it bad

Rough lining trapped in lightning
Throw salt on all that you sow
What's worse than another person
Do you have to do that dance on your own?

So, won't you tell me something?
Something I won't believe
Heaven knows I need nothing
I heard nothing won't leave
But I want it back
I want it bad
And I want it back
I want it bad