Text: Mountain Goats, The. Alpha Aquae.

i've grown rather tired of our little game.

you ask me the question.

my answer's the same.

and i couldn't say the day or the year.

but it must be summer, 'cause there's flies in here.

i need water.

i need water.



ants on the window ledge caught my attention.

and i wanted to say so, but i was to tired to mention it.

and we crawled in bed, and melted together.

cursing each other.

cursing the weather.

and i need water.

i need water.