When I’m With You - Best Coast
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
Now that the great dog I worshiped for yearsHas become none other than myself, I can look withinAnd bark, and I can look at the mountains down the streetAnd bark at them as well. I am an eye that sees itselfLook back, a nose that tracks… the scent of shadowsAs they fall, an ear that picks up soundsBefore they are born. I am the last of the platinumRetrievers, the end of a gorgeous lineBut there’s no comfort being who I am. I roam aroundAnd ponder Fate’s abolishments until my eyesAre filled with tears and say to myself, “Oh, Rex, forget. Forget. The stars are out. The marble moon slides by.”