Woorden: Mountain Goats, The. Kittens In Mittens.

the building shook with the sound of wild kittens,

and i grabbed my scarf and i pulled on my mittens,

took my coat and i went down

to the useless lot on the outskirts of town.

the dogs were howling.

the wind was blowing.

the birds were singing.

and i saw you.



your eyes as bright as burning coals,

but ask not for whom the bell tolls.

'cause it tolls for those who ask that question.

and it tolls for those who answer that question.

dogs were howling.

the birds were singing.

the wind was blowing.

and i saw you.