Song of the....oh who's counting anymore anyway?
Things changing. Things staying the same. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea I've ever had. But it's something to cling to for the moment. At least I can say that I did. I'll update again someday soon.
Alpha Incipiens by the Mountain Goats
Morning comes to a stuttering halt
The cool breeze that blows, that's somebody's fault
The summer heat tries to burn through
and I look over to warn you but something's happening
The morning glories climb the wall
and you speak in a slow drawl
I'm trying to piece together what you're saying
but the birds are screeching, the hounds are baying
I don't remember there being any hounds around here
We lean back, we clink our glasses
Raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths
and thick as molasses, ice cold vodka eases in
as the low pressure system brings the breezes in
How they sashay, how they pirouette above you
The only thing I know is that I love you
and I'm holding on
I'm tired.
Alpha Incipiens by the Mountain Goats
Morning comes to a stuttering halt
The cool breeze that blows, that's somebody's fault
The summer heat tries to burn through
and I look over to warn you but something's happening
The morning glories climb the wall
and you speak in a slow drawl
I'm trying to piece together what you're saying
but the birds are screeching, the hounds are baying
I don't remember there being any hounds around here
We lean back, we clink our glasses
Raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths
and thick as molasses, ice cold vodka eases in
as the low pressure system brings the breezes in
How they sashay, how they pirouette above you
The only thing I know is that I love you
and I'm holding on
I'm tired.