nantucket, 1912

[Intro]
They call my granny trans, the way my nan tuck it

[Chorus]
I guess, I'm kinda bad at finding out, darling, lovely
And I guess I'm kinda bad finding out, who I want, truly

[Verse]
You don't believe in miracles, and love can feel satirical
At all, darling, lovely
And love don't come in intervals, you grasp my hand, and spin it then
We pause, darling, lovely
But I don't need to long for ya
I just need to call, when your off, baby
And I'd still take the fall for ya
Should've kissed ma when I had the chance
Now you're gone and I have to dance, alone
Darling, trust me