Buckley Tim Monterey Lyrics

Monterey Lyrics

Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold

 The dead airport lay

 By the pebbles of the highway

 Through the snail clouds

 You soared to your lover

 I hurried away my darling

 With a howl in my throat. 

 

 Hiding inside the weeds

 In the orange grove,

 The black rooster crowed

 Through the hollow of the midnight. 

 

 With my shot blood,

 With stains on my fingers,

 I run with the damned, my darling:

 They have taught me to laugh.