Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Alpha Compunction.

you will not call my memory into question.

you will not question my memory.

see there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves

and then the red clouds dispersing above me

i should have killed myself

when i found out how beautiful you are.

but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.



as the afternoon sky opened up its mouth

and the air cooled down one or two degrees

i felt the world within me screaming to come out

and then i looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me.



i felt you breathing on me and i heard your voice.

your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist.

i should have killed myself

when i found out how beautiful you are.

but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.