Incidental III Songtext
von Deafheaven feat. Paul Banks

We looked toward the woman
And my face burned red, blushing
And she asked me the questions
"Are you ever alone?"
"Are you younger or older?"


I held her close
In my thoughts, some way wanting
In spite of the sorrow
My tensing in terror

On the strip of Ventura
With the tin barrels burning under a halo of moonlight
When the hour was lonely
It was the way that she touched me
Her arm on the window
And the way she said, "Baby"
And the way she said, "Baby"