Pickerel Lake
Sufjan Stevens
I wasn't willing to fight on the floor
Throwing the chairs through the door
I wasn't willing to fight on the floor
Something to say to the poor
The storms in July took off the trees
Took off the place to be the animals died
Once in a while once in a while
I wasn't willing to make up the bed
Folding the sheets to your half
I wasn't willing to say it again
Waiting for things to begin
The storms in July took off the trees
Took off the place to be the animals died
Once in a while once in a while