Текст песни Slaughter Beach, Dog - Summer Windows

I wish that I could tell you
What I'm thinkin about
Oh I wish that I could walk into your house
No one else around 'cept for you and me
Those 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 could be the bandit
I'll remain the fool
You can lead me up the mountain
I'll be real good mule

Well I'm slow in revealing
When I'm feelin far away
When I'm swimmin in a memory
Lie all night awake
Just there diggin for the feeling
Put another down
Oh I'm payin in the morning
Head nailed to thе ground

And I wish that I could tell you
What I'm thinkin about
Oh I wish that I could walk into your house
No one еlse around 'cept for you and me
Those summer windows open
Breathing deep

If I'm remembering correctly
It was a long brown pew
Through the window of the diner
You were playing with your food
And the TV talked to no one
The 10 o'clock news
They were panning over pictures
Of 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 brokenhearted people
In a great white tomb

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

Those summer windows open
Breathing deep