Books - Mount Eerie

Remember we were ridin' in your car Not thinking about much, didn't get too far 19 miles till the gas ran out And I ain't never walked that far before Tastes like candy and cigarettes And at that point, I hadn't tasted anything better yet Got that love that can make a man Got those eyes make a man forget Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh Say you love me all the way Say that you love me too Say that you'll call every single day Place a phone call for you And I'll let you listen to my favorite tapes Play my tapes right through Say you love me all the way Hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey-ey She said "I'll try to help you if I can And after all this time, you're still the man We're just books upon a shelf Try to understand this if you can" And then she giggles like a bubble bath Oh, I love it when you laugh Rain like pennies in a tin can There's only one question left to ask Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh Do you love me all the way? Say that you love me too Say that you'll call every single day Place a phone call for you And I'll let you listen to my favorite tapes Play my tapes right through Say that you love me all the way Say that you love me all the way Say that you love me too Say that you'll call every single day Place a phone call for you And I'll let you listen to my favorite tapes Play my tapes right through Say that you love me all the way Hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey-ey

My car broke down on holiday I walked to the store in the pouring rain Ice on the grass in the glowing grey I watched the ice all melt away I don't remember how I left it I don't recall just what I said I don't believe in stained-glass promise I don't wanna walk on holiday I lost my love on holiday My drugstore flowers bought with change The smell of wet leaves in the fireplace The light in her eyes and the tears on her face I don't remember how I left it I don't recall just what I said I don't believe in cards and crystals I don't wanna walk on holiday Where have you gone from me now? I gave my life away now Where have you gone from me now? I cried on holiday

Sweet kid, what is this world we're giving you? Smoldering and fascist with no mother Are you dreaming about a crow? In the middle of November we went back into the woods Right after breakfast to see if we could see this past August's forest fire zone On the hill above the lake, the sky was low and the wind cold The trail was closed At the barricade I stood listening In my backpack you were sleeping with her hat pulled low All the usual birds were gone or freezing It was all silent except the sound of one crow Following us as we wove through the cedar grove I walked and you bobbed and dozed Sweet kid, we were watched and followed and I thought of Genevieve Sweet kid, I heard you murmur in your sleep "Crow," you said, "Crow" And I asked, "Are you dreaming about a crow?" And there she was