„Come outside,“ she said to me.
As if I knew just what she’d say.
„Come outside, we’ll watch tomorrow.
Pull the curtain on today.“
„Come outside into the tall grass.
And the old corn and the shit.
Come outside, oh child.
Into the wild and weep for it.“
And all along, I know I don’t know the why.“
The Tall Grass I Counting Crows
Mein schönster Moment heute.
