Song | Whole Wide World |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Sweden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The last of the repercussions died off real slow | |
The sky was still and the cold sun sank down beneath the snow | |
I hung by my hand from the tree outside | |
And I looked the whole wide world | |
The voices came quietly, I shut them down | |
A tricky young southerly wind came at me with its high whistling sound | |
I turned around to face it with real arrogance burning inside | |
And I drank in the whole wide world |