So i went back sober and lean
With an island of rags that i found in a dream
I don’t care anymore what it could mean to you now
Sha la la la don’t say it clean
You can harness the hardest the wings or the beast
With this generous well of baseless belief in it now
The cat tracks in sweet grass the crown prince’s lilacs
And maybe i never was there
Maybe the feeling is rare
How many rooms how many bodies
Before you were found turning blue in the lobby
And weren’t all the watchers wearing the same pair of eyes
And wasn’t the moon big in the window
Until maybe geese went across it in shadow
And weren’t you a goose and weren’t you the moon too then
So what if it’s roses and what if it’s poses
It’s sha la la la la la
The silence in mangroves
The violence in plainclothes
I don’t mean to name it or try to explain it
The cat brought some mice in but where are their faces
And sha la la la la la
Sha la la la la la
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Max García Conover Lyrics – The cat tracks in sweet grass