Lyrics Better Still - St. South

Better Still

You’ve got to, you need to
Or I’m gonna find another who wants to…
You’re crying texture tales on your patterned drawers
I was scared for you, for the kill of the cause
What you’re gonna say to me when I’m on my knees?
Darling please, tell me what you know
Tell me what you know, tell me what you know
You’re something better still
You really know how to spin the wheel
Dragging your arms, through the last of the charms
You’re something better still
You really know how to spin the wheel
Dragging your arms, through the last of the charms
Pull the dark right over my head
I don’t care what she does in bed
In the meantime, is she gonna be fine?
Follow you like I lurk in love
Is there a fail in the woman we trust?
In the meantime, is she gonna be fine?
You’re something better still
You really know how to spin the wheel
Dragging your arms, through the last of the charms
You’re something better still
You really know how to spin the wheel
Dragging your arms, through the last of the charms
You’ve got to give, to grow now
And you’re not better still
You’ve got to give, to grow now
And you’re not better still
You’ve got to give, to grow now
And you’re not better still
You’ve got to give, to grow now
And you’re not better still
And you’re not better still