More songs by Buck Meek
Description
Associated Performer: Buck Meek
Studio Musician: Adam Brisbin
Studio Musician: Adrianne Lenker
Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Studio Musician: Adrian Olsen
Studio Musician: Germain Dunes
Studio Musician, Producer: James Krivchenia
Studio Musician: Jesse Quebbeman-Turley
Mastering Engineer: Josh Bonati
Studio Musician: Staci Foster
Composer Lyricist: Buck Meek
Lyrics and translation
Original
Making words up while we make love. One month and she's in my blood.
Who we are love, oh, far Lucy Negro.
Will it be me, or will it be her to say I love you first?
Built a fire with oak and juniper and cypress, gasoline I knew she liked it. She drew Orion on my belly with her finger, and
I asked if I could kiss her. Making words up while we make love.
One month and she's in my blood.
Who we are love, oh, far Lucy Negro.
Will it be me, or will it be her to say I love you first?
We lay in silence through the morning until language slowly started forming.
She hummed a lullaby I recognized from when I was a newborn. Making words up while we make love.
One month and she's in my blood. Who we are love, oh, far
Lucy Negro.
Will it be me, or will it be her to say I love you first?
One million years maybe I'll be a light beam, lonely laser in the vacuum.
And maybe she's a photon too, and we'll pass through each other adding quantum. Making words up while we make love.
One month and she's in my blood. Who we are love, oh, far Lucy
Negro.
Will it be me, or will it be her to say I love you first?