Its Way With Me - Wye Oak

I am not the other, I am not afraid

I am not the answer, to a question we all have asked

My mind didn’t turn, my memory stays

And my time may write, but it still goes up again

But if love is a hem in the breeze

It can have its way with me

My skin, it shivers, my hand, it holds

I can laugh full-body, I can come in from the cold

I set the table, I admit it’s me

I made my own way to wait, but I still say please

I can write all the way off the page

But I can never answer myself

What’s the use of these things I have made

Thy are cords into a realm

So I push through the dark to th earth

Have a future I can see

If my life is a hem in the breeze

It can have its way with me