Fell in Love - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I fell in love for the first time again

I kept a secret and called it my friend

Touching your arm at the towpath’s end

Sinking my teeth in your stem

Will you stitch up my good times, cerulean thread?

Paint me a likeness in firehouse red

Pour out your oils at the foot of my bed

Trace down the wires in my head

Dreamed a good dream where I drank from your jug

Arching your back on the cowhide rug

Jar full of displaced lightning bugs

Lit up the crossbeams above

I picked up your guitar and put on your wings

Plugged in your Plexi and tund up your strings

Kissed off my nightmares and childish things

Drew wid my mouth to sing

Now, here’s my summertime boy on the street by the beach

I know sooner or later, he’ll slip out to sea

But oh, my God, how he rolls down the window

To wave «Hi» to me