Serenade by Allie Crow Buckley

Don’t serenade me it will make me sick who put you up to this
What did you think I’d do

Singing in a Portuguese accent
sort of drunk on fernet
just a couple of fools

Trying not to lose
Trying not to lose
Trying not to lose you

How could I have known that I
would follow you for half my life
a hand in hand for all of time
how could I know that you’d be mine
how could I know that you are who
I’d stand beside my love my life
There was no telling we’d be fine
after four years down the line

In our own worlds together watching everything
all unfold
Unfold

Trying not to lose
Trying not to lose
Trying not to lose you

How could I have known that I
would follow you for half my life
a hand in hand for all of time
how could I know that you’d be mine
how could I know that you are who
I’d stand beside my love my life
There was no telling we’d be fine
after four years down the line

• Americana
• Folk
• chamber pop
• cinematic
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles