Текст: Mountain Goats, The. Orange Ball Of Hate.

When I hear the screeching weather vane

in the wild wind and the hissing rain

I know that one of us, I'm not saying who,

has got rocks in her head

as the rain comes through the open window

But you don't think so



I sure do love you

I sure do love you



When I notice that the radio is broken

I see you standing there in the doorway soaking

The water drizzles off of you down to the floor

and I say that I don't want to live in New England anymore

Some flower petals stick to your skin

I grab hold of your hip, and I pull you in



When the building establishes control

When the thunder from the north begins to roll down our way

I know I've been right all along

and you start singing that stupid children's song

You think I don't know it

but I just don't feel like singing it



I sure do love you

I sure do love you