Текст: Mountain Goats, The. Million.

when i came back from finland

the taxi took me down the street

i saw the red flowers growing like they used to by the roadside

in the smothering summer heat



you were standing out in front of the house

with your floral print dress on

and you had questions only a masochist would ask

writen all over your big brown eyes

the moon is high over iowa at night

the moon is high over iowa at night

and i brought your a blanket

hand woven, hand dyed

the moon is high over iowa at night