Buffalo Buffalo - Spanish Love Songs

Lost in the South, my thermostat don’t work

I’m sweating naked on my bed

It’s gonna fade to nasty yellow in the morning

Another blank face staring through me

Like a chalk outline of dreams that bled out in the night

A post-mortem portrait of loneliness

Some heavy-handed statement

Like «I've never felt at home»

And some asshole shot up some kids

A week before you left for Portland

I’m thinking about dying again

From the worst outcomes of a world

That I can’t slow down

No matter how many times

I throw my hands into the air

And plead with everyone

I know it’s wrong

But I’m thinking about buying a gun

Would you meet me in the middle?

Would you meet me north of Buffalo?

We’ll escape into the winter

Build a house where no one wants to go

Meet me in the middle

Would you meet me north of Buffalo?

We’ll escape into the winter

Build a house where no one wants to go

'Cause that’s not an option

When everything looks like an epitaph

Staring back at me

I’ll pace this parking lot trying

To squeeze out from this misery

How do I find you

When you’re lost out in the sea of green

If the sun won’t come back?

Rather be sheep in a snowstorm

Than a lion in the brush

Rather be sheep in a snowstorm

Than a lion in the brush

In the sights of a bastard who can’t get it up

Would you meet me in the middle?

Would you meet me north of Buffalo?

We’ll escape into the winter

Build a house where no one wants to go

Meet me in the middle

Would you meet me north of Buffalo?

We’ll escape into the winter

Build a house where no one

No one wants to ever go