Waxahatchee - Catfish Lyrics






Crave, desolate, you dive in, we follow along
I contrive you with whiskey and sam cooke songs
And we lay on our backs, soaking wet
Below a static tv set
Conversation flows, counting shooting stars and catfish
But I'll never make a wish
Barefoot, parking lot
Getting high in portland, or
We echo 17 and we glue it back and poke fun
And it gets real quiet, I don't care
Darting with moonshine, truth or dare
I say just what I'm thinking and secondguess instantly
And you laugh at me
We stick to our slow motion memory
Its 1 in the morning and 90 degrees
And though now it is hovering darkly over me
It'll look just like heaven when I get up and leave
You're a ghost and I can't breathe





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  1. B.... ....

    "You're a ghost and I can't breath"

    😥

  2. J.... L....

    Best song she has written yet

  3. J.... L....

    This is the best song she ever wrote out of her whole catalog except for Under a rock.

  4. J.... L....

    Fucking stellar. One of my favorite songs right now. Viva blanco diablo!!!

  5. T.... T....

    Thank you so much for including the lyrics to this song. It's one of those ones that just needs to be a part of your life. It makes me thing of seeing a disturbing series of home movies combined with nightmare images seen through an abandoned camp sites's security camera CCTV feed.

  6. m.... ....

    the weather is not good most of the time in nightvale, but this was a rare and beautiful storm that cought my attention.

  7. U.... K....

    Came from Nightvale damn this song is good

  8. M.... K....

    Crave, desolate, you dive in, we follow along
    I contrive you with whiskey and sam cooke songs
    And we lay on our backs, soaking wet
    Below a static tv set
    Conversation flows, counting shooting stars and catfish
    But I'll never make a wish
    Barefoot, parking lot
    Getting high in portland, or
    We echo 17 and we glue it back and poke fun
    And it gets real quiet, I don't care
    Darting with moonshine, truth or dare
    I say just what I'm thinking and secondguess instantly
    And you laugh at me
    We stick to our slow motion memory
    Its 1 in the morning and 90 degrees
    And though now it is hovering darkly over me
    It'll look just like heaven when I get up and leave
    You're a ghost and I can't breathe

    M.... K....

    Maggie Ketchum whiskey

    M.... K....

    Actually, I think she says “Portland, Oregon”

  9. R.... E....

    hermoso <3