Текст The Mountain Goats – Going To Mexico

I saw you at your window.
I saw you in the sun.
I saw you in the window, looking out.

I reached my hand in there,

and the chickens were screaming.
black dog at my heels.
and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees.

I’d forgotten my name.
I felt kind of ashamed,
and felt myself burn, in the morning.

I saw you at your window,
at the beginning of summer.
and invisible stars, sent their heat down.

I imagined your touch,
it was almost too much.
burned like a bonfire in the morning.