23 de novembro de 2007

Old College Try

The Mountain Goats | Tallahassee

From the housetops to the gutters From the ocean to the shore The warning signs have all been bright and garish Far too great in number to ignore From the cities to the swamplands From the highways to the hills Our love has never had a leg to stand on From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elevils But I will walk down to the end with you If you will come all the way down with me From the entrance to the exit Is longer than it looks from where we stand I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet Things will shortly get completely out of hand I can feel it in the rotten air tonight In the tips of my fingers In the skin on my face In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell I will walk down to the end with you If you will come all the way down with me