Leda

Lyrics by：Michelle Zauner

Composed by：Michelle Zauner

Produced by：Blake Mills

Tell me everything

Everybody's fine

I can tell you're drunk

Wandering somewhere Cretian

Gordion-like knot

Raveled by the days

Tried to cut you off

Somehow pulled it tighter

Talking to you

It's nearly morning where you are

While my afternoons move so slow

Pacing the room awaiting a moment gone too far

And your special way of ruining the mood

Oh I'm always wondering where you are

May this be the year the spirit takes you takes you takes you

Oh you always take it way too far

Is it the bottle or blood

I can't relate to you at all

The ocean in view

I'm thinking of all the Grecian gods

The men they all played to get what they want

A crashing of waves a sculpture of Leda and the swan

You wait you wait you wait

You wait and wait and wait