Woorden:
Mountain Goats The Zopilote Machine

my hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw (2x) it's real neat, the moment's sweet but it's all wrong and we

the morning comes to a stuttering halt the cool breeze that blows is somebody's fault the summer heat tries to burn through and i look over to warn you

when i see you in your new blue jeans i know you're lying, and i know what it means when i see you take your place among the poor i know you're a fraud

the most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again it's the most extraordinary thing in the world i have two

the cave mouth shines by pure force of will i look down on the world from the top of this lonesome hill and you can run, and run some more from here

when i catch sight of your face and the late light falling on it i feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide when i feel the way

[woman singing]: he touched me and suddenly... it's a cold night in sonora and the stars are out in full force it's a moment the world has been waiting

doll squad's at the drive-in it's 1973 the fruit is full and fat this year on the orange trees which grow in clusters the city sixty miles away as the

and the heat came down (2x) i knew i was living in a long, long dream when you fed me the black ice cream and the heat rose up (2x) i heard the loud