I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Touch and say: "This is the flesh and blood ov mine" Look: Atmospheric "I": Blessed be who have seen Praise to thee - Sabbath Goat Rising from the smoke Entheogenic god Dwelt in inbetweeness In quadriga sexualis

Baby I would die for you, yeah I would die for you Even though we're going through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you The distance and the time between between us It'll never change my mind, 'cause baby You know what I'm thinkin'

How we gonna move together? Just come closer If we don't move together Come closer How we gonna breathe? How we gonna be together? Just keeping the peace between between the sheets Just keeping the peace Home now, end of the night

Yeah, I lose it Girl, I lose it I don't think you know what you're doing to me You got my heart skip-skipping a beat You're not close enough so that space between between You and me, let's lose it The way you're dancing, swaying to the music Girl, that body and

Cowboys and angels There's a want and there's a need There's a history between between We ride side by side A cloud of dust, a ray of light My touch is her temptation Her kiss is my salvation She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous Girls like her and guys like me

And set this circus down And we go rolling down this highway Chasing all our crazy dreams I've gone your way and you've gone my way And everywhere in between between One of these days we'll find a piece of ground Just outside of some sleepy little town Sometimes

There's a difference between between bosses and workers I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service Just walked in the patron, and made me a purchase Fuck the pussy, want the head like a turban It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain Carry that

The space between between is deafening Feel the void in our bed Oh, we don't bend or break it Never ending symptoms in my head We lay hollow in the emptiness I'm too tired to push you from the bed No more fighting, no more fighting No more fighting for us No

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I