Lyric of the Week | Land of Talk > November 24, 2008

Started at a summer lake / A sentence and a name / If only for a moments sake / You called it and it cameStarted at a summer lake,
A sentence and a name.
If only for a moments sake,
You called it and it came.

Held him down and let him eat,
longer than a while.
Hold it down and let him eat,
softer than a child.

We’ve seen how sick wind blows,
But I’ve got your bovine eyes.
And I’ll love you like I loved you and then I’ll die.
We’ve seen how sick wind blows,
But I’ve got your bovine eyes.
And I’ll love you like I loved you and then I’ll die.

Shot the rats and as they ran,
From the quarry to the track.
Chasing what i gave to him,
I never took it back.
Held it up in front the wind,
Blowing missing chime.
Found it, God, and begged him,
Fight your body back.

We’ve seen how sick wind blows,
But I’ve got your bovine eyes.
And I’ll love you like I loved you and then I’ll die.
We’ve seen how sick wind blows,
But I’ve got your bovine eyes.
And I’ll love you like I loved you and then I’ll die.

I believed he is the number one who wants to let you wonder.

We’ve seen how sick wind blows,
But I’ve got your bovine eyes.
And I’ll love you like I loved you and then I’ll die.