Dominic Fike - Pasture Child lyrics
[Dominic Fike - Pasture Child lyrics]
Half-Louisiana pastor child
All of her skirts went past her ankles
Pitch-black, no TV on after nine
She picked the phone up and she
Wrapped the cable on her finger
And I spoke gently
And then I tried to pretend
To hold her against me
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital
She grew up then
Became All-American mastermind
She wrote a book, I wasn't in it
I still call and she pick up time to time
But sometimes don't get no signal
And the ringer plays so gently
And then I still pretend to
Hold her against me
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital
Oh, yeah dun, dun, dun, dun
Dun, dun, dun, dun way back before you went
Digital, digital, oh, digital, yeah
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah dun, dun, dun, dun
Dun, dun, dun, dun