Some Swedish Trees Lyrics

One, Two One Two Three Four...

Oh, You don't wanna start like that? You want me to the the..

(That's Not how we've EVER started)





Well you were standing in the door

Well I wondered what you were waiting for

I saw the wild strawberries on the vine

Out of control



Well I was trying to think of something clever

You were saying nothing whatsoever

I saw the berries throw their hooks into the soil

Felt the blood between us turning thick as motor oil



We come from California

The air around you is familiar to me now

You were gazing westward

I was looking at you again (yeah)