Bo Burnham - Sasquatch lyrics
[Bo Burnham - Sasquatch lyrics]
The Sasquatch squats, flowers in hand
On an old stump by the riverbed
She’s not coming he knows that by now
But he stays put tracing circles in the dirt
With his big toe
Overhead, the birds sing their condolences
A fox passes and offers a
Bite of dead squirrel
The monster politely declines
As the sun tucks it'self behind the horizon
His eyes close, his chin meets his chest
And the flowers slip from his grasp
On an old stump by the riverbed
She’s not coming he knows that by now
But he stays put tracing circles in the dirt
With his big toe
Overhead, the birds sing their condolences
A fox passes and offers a
Bite of dead squirrel
The monster politely declines
As the sun tucks it'self behind the horizon
His eyes close, his chin meets his chest
And the flowers slip from his grasp