Вершы: Mountain Goats, The. Riches And Wonders.

We live high, our love gorges

on the alcohol we feed it

and it grows all fat and friendly

we have surplus if we need it

we hold on as hard as we can

our knuckles are white

we write letters to each other

invent secrets to confess to

I learn foreign and exotic terms of

endearment by which to address you

we feed fresh fruit to one another

we stay up all night

and I am healthy, I am whole

but I have poor impulse control

and I want to go home

but I am home

we are strong, we are faithful

we are guardians of a rare thing

we pay close careful attention

to the news the morning air brings

we show great loyalty

to the hard times we've been through

We are filled with riches and wonders

Our loves keeps the things it finds

and we dance like drunken sailors

lost at sea, out of our minds

you find shelter somewhere in me

I find great comfort in you

and I keep you safe from harm

you hold me in your arms

and I want to go home

but I am home