Song | Some Swedish Trees |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Sweden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well, you were standing in the door | |
Well, I wondered what you were waiting for | |
I saw the wild strawberries on the vine | |
Out of control | |
Well, I was trying to think of something clever | |
You were saying nothing whatsoever | |
I saw the berries throw their hooks into the soil | |
Felt the blood between us turning black as motor oil | |
We come from California | |
The air around you was familiar to me now | |
You were gazing westward | |
I was looking at you again |