Vārdi: Mountain Goats, The. Idylls Of The King.

This place with its old plantations

These roads leading out to the sea

This day full of promise and potential

More clay pigeons for you and me

All of them all of them

All of them all of them

All of them all of them all of them all of them

All lined up



Huge crows loitering by the curb

Our shared paths unraveling behind us like ribbons

And I dreamed of vultures

In the trees around our house

And cicadas and locusts

And the shrieking of innumerable gibbons

All of them all of them

All of them all of them

All of them all of them all of them all of them

All lined up



How long will we ride this way about?

How long 'til someone caves under the pressure?

My dreams are haunted by armies armies of ghosts

Faces too blurry to make out

Numbers far too high to measure

Your face like a vision straight out of Holly Hobby

Late light drizzling through your hair

Your eyes twin volcanoes

Bad ideas dancing around in there

All all of them all of them

All of them all of them

All of them all of them all of them all of them

All lined up