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• Artiste: Slaughter Beach, Dog
• Titre: Summer Windows
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I wish that I could tell you What I'm thinkin about Oh I wish that I could walk into your house No one else around 'cept for you and me Those summer windows open Breathing deep I wish that I could tell you That I could use a hand Oh I wish that I could write it like Townes Van Zandt Maybe you could be the bandit I'll remain the fool You can lead me up the mountain I'll be real good mule Well I'm slow in revealing When I'm feelin far away When I'm swimmin in a memory Lie all night awake Just there diggin for the feeling Put another down Oh I'm payin in the morning Head nailed to thе ground And I wish that I could tell you What I'm thinkin about Oh I wish that I could walk into your house No one еlse around 'cept for you and me Those summer windows open Breathing deep If I'm remembering correctly It was a long brown pew Through the window of the diner You were playing with your food And the TV talked to no one The 10 o'clock news They were panning over pictures Of little boy's shoes And my heart was sinking down down To my dirty brown boots And I pressed my face against the glass Peered around the room At all the brokenhearted people In a great white tomb And I wish that I could tell you What I'm thinkin about Oh I wish that I could walk into your house No one else around 'cept for you and me Those summer windows open Breathing deep Those summer windows open Breathing deep