Letras
On Leslie's porch I play the numbers
I don't love him anymore but I still
Want someone to live for
It was one sex dream in that small town
Waiting for the freight song to die down
Our first date, your hands under
My velvet number
The clouds making out with the mountains
I left him for the mountains
For men I love less, swimming in the creek
On the solstice
Mugwort along the road
I took a mental note
The blue in that painting
A spliff crumbling
Between your fingers
Don't want to be good, just desired
The first time I left for the city
A blue heron flew over me
Trapped slow dancing with our beers
Under the bar tin roof
Watching thunder jarred
In the valley we ran through the storm
To the grocery store
We got the olives
Kissed in your car
Who's hands are cupped in the flood of me
Who's gonna get to drink
Now a colder season dispatch
Of bugs, the strawberry patch on
Leslie's curtains and I don't wanna listen
But Leslie says an infestation is a good omen