Letter from Belgium - The Mountain Goats

Martin calls to say he’s sending old electrical equipment

That’s good

We can always use some more electrical equipment

In the cold clear light of day down here, everyone’s a monster

That’s cool with all of us

We’ve been past the point of help since early April

Susan and her notebook, freehand drawings of Lon Chaney

Blueprints for geodesic domes, recipes for cake

Yeah, we’re all here chewing our tongues off

Waiting for the fever to break

When we walk out in the sunlight

We tell every we know it hurts our eyes

When the real reason we don’t like it

Is that it makes us wonder if we’re dying

And Martin’s found an old trunk full of stage makeup in the basement

And he’s sending it along

We can always use more makeup

Yeah, more creams and powders

And Carrie’s got the feeling that the people next door

Will close in like a wolf pack should we make one small mistake

Yeah, we’re all here chewing our tongues off

Waiting for the fever to break