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We went up the mountain Last Friday night All of the animals Were out in plain sight They didn't bid us to follow them They didn't hiss us away No, to us, my love They had nothing to say And while you saw the tremor And you saw the wings You saw the glistening white teeth I was busy with things in my mind Things that I tend to As though to survive I'm not proud I was asking you "Do you dim yourself down?" Do you say terrible things about me When I'm not around?" You sweep a hand through the clearing Say "Can't you see? There ain't anything threatening you here Least of all me" Put your life on the easel Letras de cancionesThere, right next to mine We ain't living like weasels We don't have the time, never will All of the creatures made for the dark woods Whooping, that's what I heard What if the easel fell over And the paintings were burned to a crisp? Night like these I can't quite tell A fear from a wish From Letras Mania