Jens Lekman - Postcard #25 lyrics

June 21st, 2015 Picking ticks from the belly of a cat Dangling blueberries, juicy and fat Far in the distance, a rumbling thunder Had some music to what lies under There's nervous silence, thick like bu*ter The popping of ticks thrown in the fire And then comes the phone call he's been waiting for I can hear him talking through his bedroom door And I hope for the best But prepare for the worst He looks relieved when he returns Oh, how brutal it can be to wait The cat brushes against his leg