our salvation is at hand lyrics

alpha omega -the mountain goats

on the morning you went away
the air was humid and the sky was gray

i had boiled peanuts for breakfast from cairo, georgia

the air was wet, my face was wetter
the pink flowers along the western window made me feel better
i turned the air conditioner on
found the note on scented stationary - you were long gone

i had boiled peanuts for breakfast from cairo, georgia

i popped the top off of the aluminum can
let the brine slide down my fingers, man
it was warm, it was warm on my skin
but i felt the cold blast looming on in

i had boiled peanuts for breakfast from cairo, georgia

thanks go out to andrew lison for transcribing this...



hand ball -the mountain goats

i am the dry meat that fills the mouth
i am the fire that burns without wood
i am evil forest, kill a man on the day that his life seems sweetest to him

i did not come to play hand ball
i did not come to play hand ball

thanks go out to andrew lison for transcribing this...

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