Teksty: Mountain Goats, The. Fresh Cherries In Trinidad.

when I woke up on saturday and you came in

you brought the sunlight in

I felt sleep slipping away from me

I feel things occasionally like this

fresh cherries

hanging from your fingers



when the water on the window let the sunlight through

and I got a good look at you

standing above me bright and tall

there are no words for it

there are no words at all

I saw

fresh cherries

hanging from your fingers