"Our Anniversary" lyrics
Bill Callahan & Bonnie "Prince" Billy Lyrics
(feat. Dead Rider)
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what would I be
Would I be happy
It's our anniversary
I leave it ajar
And go outside
To look at the driveway stars
The crickets are chirping
And they stop at my step
I stop my step
And they start up again
It's our anniversary and the bullfrogs
And everything that can sing is
Singing its mating song
The soil is steaming
The grass is swooning
Guns or fireworks are popping down in the town
A woman is running
And a man jumps up and down
This is our anniversary and you've hidden my keys
This is one anniversary you're spending with me
I slide in the front seat
The driver's side
To hotwire and hightail crosses my mind
But still in the driveway
Fixed like the stars
I flip on the headlights and go back inside
The climate's controlled
While the battery dies
Clipping the wings of your morning flight
This day will end in
Some form of excess
Pants around ankles
Too weak to fully undress
It's our anniversary
A celebration of
And here's to next year
Maybe you'll join me in my car
We'll drive together
But not too far
We are far from flowers
Cut and dried
So let us thrive, let us thrive
Just like the weeds
We curse sometimes
I asked my mother what would I be
Would I be happy
It's our anniversary
I leave it ajar
And go outside
To look at the driveway stars
The crickets are chirping
And they stop at my step
I stop my step
And they start up again
It's our anniversary and the bullfrogs
And everything that can sing is
Singing its mating song
The soil is steaming
The grass is swooning
Guns or fireworks are popping down in the town
A woman is running
And a man jumps up and down
This is our anniversary and you've hidden my keys
This is one anniversary you're spending with me
I slide in the front seat
The driver's side
To hotwire and hightail crosses my mind
But still in the driveway
Fixed like the stars
I flip on the headlights and go back inside
The climate's controlled
While the battery dies
Clipping the wings of your morning flight
This day will end in
Some form of excess
Pants around ankles
Too weak to fully undress
It's our anniversary
A celebration of
And here's to next year
Maybe you'll join me in my car
We'll drive together
But not too far
We are far from flowers
Cut and dried
So let us thrive, let us thrive
Just like the weeds
We curse sometimes
Writer(s): Bill Callahan
