Mountain Goats - Some Swedish Trees lyrics

rate me

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John: oh you don't want to start like that? you want me to do the thing.

Rachel: that's not how we ever start it.

well you were standing in the door

while 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 churning thick as motor oil

we'd come from california

the air around you was familiar to me now

if you were gazing westward

I was looking at you again

yeah.