The Rain
de Loch Lomond
Carl Sagan and his calm attitude
Things are going well, friends coming home
And me, I'll be there soon
And it's hot, and these clothes are wearing thin
And I'm writing backwards on a tree
And I'm carving letters on this tree
He's sleeping with bark chips on his tongue
And he's dreaming that his mouth tastes like blood
Now you're it, chasing chain link fences on our own
And no one, no one gives a fuck what we'll become
Pay attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
And I'm writing backwards on this tree
And I'm viewing the cosmos from our street
And I'm tracing letters of this tree
And I'm riding backwards down our street
And I'm riding backwards down our street
And I'm riding backwards down our street
Más canciones de Loch Lomond
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Down the River
Split 12 inch
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Elephants and Little Girls
Split 12 inch
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Field Report
Split 12 inch
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Northern, Knees, Trees, and Lights
Paper the Walls
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Scabs On This Year
Paper the Walls
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The Trumpet Song
Split 12 inch
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Vampire Lake
Split 12 inch
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Wax & Wire
Night Bats
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When It Rains
Split 12 inch
