paroles de chanson Summer Windows - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinking about
Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house
No one else around 'cept for you and me
Oh, 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 can be the bandit
I'll remain the fool
You can leave me up the mountain
I'll be a real good view

Well, I'm slow and revealing
When I'm feeling far away
When I'm swimming in the memory
Lying all night awake
Just to dig in for the feeling
Put another down
Oh, I'm paying in the morning
Head nailed to the ground

And I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinking about
Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house
No one else around 'cept for you and me
Oh, summer windows open
Breathing deep

If I'm remembering correctly, it was a long brown pew
Through the window in a diner, you were playing with your food
And the TV talked to no one
The ten o'clock news
They were panning over pictures
A 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 broken-hearted people in a great white tomb

And I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinking about
Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house
No one else around 'cept for you and me
Oh, summer windows open
Breathing deep
Oh, summer windows open
Breathing deep