Текст The Mountain Goats – Until I Am Whole

Sunset on Snohomish.
Burn the tree line down.
Hold my hopes underwater,
Stand there and watch them drown.

I think I’ll stay here,
Til I feel whole again.
I don’t know when.

Trout swim past the fishing lines.
Sky gets dark and close.
Cars start up and make,
Their nightly exodus.
On a picnic bench alone,
Watch the sky go dark.
Dig my nails into my hands,
Hope it leaves a mark.

I think I’ll stay here,
Til I feel whole again.
I don’t know when.