Текст: Amy Millan. Lost Compass.

It's not what you thought
What are the reasons for believing
Believing a body heads south

'Cause your mouth on my mouth
A fire I just can't put out

It's a fever I just can't
Stop what I start
Apart from believing
It's the leaving, the leaving
My body heads west

And I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you want it

And I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you want me

The faces I never thought I'd be
The places I never thought I'd go
Goes to show, goes to show
Goes to show love is crazy