Lake Song-The Decemberists
Down by the lake we were over turning
pebbles and depending
All the animals alive
And I took a drive from your cigarette
and I pinched it 'tween my finger and my thumb To lit it dive,
, and the sun burned through, on the radio
Say that you will, say you will although you won't
Or you whatever you prevaricate,
we both I know that you...
And this much I can say,
would have waited till the oceans
Fell away and all the sunken cities
would reveal themselves to you
But you won't, will you... becuz you never do
And the sunburn through, sweetest honey dew
And I, 17 and terminally vague
I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought you and I made
And you sibylline, reclining in your cube
You tattered me and tattered me with
The things you would, the things you wouldn't do
To tell the truth, I never had a clue
Now we arise, the curse is young suburban villains
In their ill begotten children from the lawn
Come to me now, and on the station wagon window
Set the ghost of your two footprints
That they might haunt me when you're gone
When the light bow dark, you were forever gone
But I remember you, you would fall
Or you would feel as sweet as honey dew
And I, 17 and terminally vague
I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought you and I made
And you sibylline, reclining in your cube
You tattered me and tattered me with
The things you would, the things you wouldn't do
You noticed how I never had a clue
Never had a clue...
You felt as sweet as honey dew