Sunset on Snohomish
Burn the tree line down
Hold my hopes underwater
Stand there and watch them drown
Fishing out their bodies
From the bathroom sink
Leave them in a bucket
Until they start to stink
I think I'll stay here
Until 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
I watch the lake go dark
Dig my nails into my palms, filthy
Hope it leaves a mark
I think I'll stay here
Until I feel whole again
I don't know when
And so like, normally, we'd see each othеr all the time, like thе, it's been
It has been, I would guess
At least ten years since six weeks past
Without me and Peter Hughes spending time in a room together writing, so, but, uh
Quarantine has changed that
The pleasure of playing that song together as a group just now, uh
Huge for me, really awesome
Peter Hughes, what are we playing next?
"Younger"
"Younger"?
Well, that's by The Mountain Goats, I know that one