Down by the lake we were overturning pebbles
And depending all the animals alive
And I took a drag from your cigarette
And I pinched it 'tween my finger and my thumb, to let it dive
And the sun burned low, on the radio
Say that you will, say you will, or will you or won't
Or you whatever you prevaricate, you whole life don't 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, because you never do
And the sun burned through, sweet as honey dew
And I, seventeen and terminally vague
I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought to what I made
And you sibylline, reclining in your cube
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
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
And they might haunt me when you're gone
And when the light grows dark, you were forever gone
But I remember you, you would fall
Well you were full and sweet as honey dew
And I, seventeen and terminally vague
Well I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought to what I made
And you, oh sibylline, reclining in your cube
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
The things you would, the things you wouldn't do
You noticed how I never had a clue
Never had a clue
You're full and sweet as honey dew
You're full and sweet as honey dew
compositores: Colin Meloy
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