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The Decemberists

Lake Song

Down by the lake

We were overturning pebbles

And upending all the animals alight

And I took a drag

From your cigarette and pinched it

'Tween my finger and my thumb

Till it died

And the sun burned low on the radio

Say that you will

Say you will or will you won't

Or you whatever you prevaricate

Your whole life, don't you?

This much I can say:

I would've waited till the oceans

Fell Away and all the sunken cities

Would reveal themselves to you

But you won't, will you?

Because you never do

And the sun burned through

Sweet as honeydew

And I

Seventeen and terminally fey

I wrote it down and threw it all away

Never gave a thought to what I paid

And you

All sibylline, reclining in your pew

You tattered me, you tethered me to you

The things you would and wouldn't do

To tell the truth I never had a clue

Now we arise

To curse those young suburban villains

And their ill-begotten children from the lawn

Come to me now

And on this station wagon window

Set the ghost of your two footprints

That they might haunt me when you're gone

And when the light broke dawn

You were forever gone

But I remember you:

You were full

You were full and sweet as honeydew

And I

Seventeen and terminally fey

I wrote it down and threw it all away

And never gave a thought to what I paid

All sibylline, reclining in your pew

You tattered me, you tethered me to you

The things you would and wouldn't do

You noticed how I never had a clue

Never had a clue

You were full and sweet as honeydew

You were full and sweet as honeydew