My heart was a hellhound
Now my heart sits on your lap
My hands were always clenching
'Til I held yours and you held 'em back
I wanted to be immortal
Now I'm fine with growing old
Cherries in the summer
Blackberries in the cold

Oh, take me back to the country, to the hills and to the spires
I hate the afterparties, I want forests, I want fires
Take me back to your parents, I was barefaced in the light
You swore I looked like Audrey Hepburn that night

I was chasing phantoms
Always starving, never full
Then you made me dinner
Where there was push, now there is pull
To you, like a magnet
I am drawn to your bones
'Cause love, when it's the right kind
Well, it always points you home

So take me back to the country, to the hills and to the spires
I hate the afterparties, I want forests, I want fires
Take me back to your parents, I was barefaced in the light
You swore I looked like Audrey Hepburn that night

Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm

Love was a myth, now it's my morning coffee
The one you leave me by our bed
I don't need accolades or everyone to want me
'Cause you want me and that's as good as it gets

So take me back to the country, to the hills and to the spires
I'll trade the afterparties for my baby by the fire
We'll go back to my parents, I'll be barefaced in the light
You'll say, "You look like Audrey Hepburn tonight" Writer/s: Joseph Alan Rubel, Maisie Hannah Peters
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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