So Desperate - The Mountain Goats

We were parked in your car

In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard

I had things I’d been meaning to say

But in the dazzling winter sun that late I could feel them melt away

And through the warm radio static

I couldn’t hear my stage directions

And the fog on the windshield

Obscured our sad reflections

I felt so desperate in your arms

I felt so desperate in your arms

We were parked near some trees

And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever-deepening degrees

Had my hand in your hair

Trying to keep my cool ‘til it became too much to bear

When we cracked the windows open

Well the air was just so sweet

We could hear the cars ten feet away

Out there on the street

I felt so desperate in your arms

I felt so desperate in your arms