Mount Eerie - Tintin in Tibet lyrics
[Mount Eerie - Tintin in Tibet lyrics]
I sing to you i sing to you, Geneviève
I sing to you you don't exist
I sing to you though
When I address you, who am I talking to?
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
Repeating "I love you", to who?
I recorded all these songs about the
Echoes in our house now
And then walked out the door to
Play them on a stage but, I sing to you
I picture you when we first met, you were 22
And I drove my truck onto the
Ferry to Victoria in the morning
Where we met and talked forever in
Your apartment with evening falling
So I brought my blankets in and slept on
The floor right next to your bed
In the morning, barely awake
I saw you standing right above me
Peeling an orange and looking hungry
"Do you want some, " you asked me
And then just avalanched into me
With pieces of orange
And weight and kissing and certainty
I remember you a few days later in Tofino
Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up
For us at a surf shop to no one
Then we slept in the back of my truck
And got woken up by the cops
And so went down to the fishing boat
Docks to ask whoever for a ride
Across the water to Meares Island to just
Get left there for the day and we did
And brought some food to eat and
Went through the big trees
Abandoned and in love, totally insane
Apart from the rest of the world
We had finally found each
Other in the universe
Lying on the rocks
Waiting for the boat to come pick us up
I read the one book we had with us aloud
With my head on your lap, sinking into you
Tintin in Tibet in French
And we thought of devotion and snow and
Distant longing in the Himalayan air
High and cold, with a bell ringing out
Then right before you died
Thirteen years later in our house
I remember, through your gasping for oxygen
You explained
That you were thinking about that high
Cold air wrapping the globe
Singing above the mountains of the gods
And I do picture you there, molecules dancing
But, I'd rather you were in
The house watching the
Unfolding everyday life of this
Good daughter we made
Instead of being scattered by the
Wind for no reason so I sing to you
I sing to you you don't exist
I sing to you though
When I address you, who am I talking to?
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
Repeating "I love you", to who?
I recorded all these songs about the
Echoes in our house now
And then walked out the door to
Play them on a stage but, I sing to you
I picture you when we first met, you were 22
And I drove my truck onto the
Ferry to Victoria in the morning
Where we met and talked forever in
Your apartment with evening falling
So I brought my blankets in and slept on
The floor right next to your bed
In the morning, barely awake
I saw you standing right above me
Peeling an orange and looking hungry
"Do you want some, " you asked me
And then just avalanched into me
With pieces of orange
And weight and kissing and certainty
I remember you a few days later in Tofino
Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up
For us at a surf shop to no one
Then we slept in the back of my truck
And got woken up by the cops
And so went down to the fishing boat
Docks to ask whoever for a ride
Across the water to Meares Island to just
Get left there for the day and we did
And brought some food to eat and
Went through the big trees
Abandoned and in love, totally insane
Apart from the rest of the world
We had finally found each
Other in the universe
Lying on the rocks
Waiting for the boat to come pick us up
I read the one book we had with us aloud
With my head on your lap, sinking into you
Tintin in Tibet in French
And we thought of devotion and snow and
Distant longing in the Himalayan air
High and cold, with a bell ringing out
Then right before you died
Thirteen years later in our house
I remember, through your gasping for oxygen
You explained
That you were thinking about that high
Cold air wrapping the globe
Singing above the mountains of the gods
And I do picture you there, molecules dancing
But, I'd rather you were in
The house watching the
Unfolding everyday life of this
Good daughter we made
Instead of being scattered by the
Wind for no reason so I sing to you