Jens Lekman Erica America
Erica America
Fremont Street lies empty
A cleaning vehicle
Drew a line across my camera's lens
I whispered our names: Erica and Jens
Erica America
They demolished the Frontier Casino
And the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume
Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume
Erica America
Erica America
Summer never ends here
I said to myself as if that would make things better
Summer is exhausting me with it's exhaust fumes and empty promises
And promises of no more empty promises
Erica America
I wish I'd never met you
Like I wish I'd never tasted wine
Or tasted it from lips that weren't mine
Now every drop tastes more bitter over time
[Saxophone solo]
Erica America
Erica America
I wish I'd never met you
Like I wish I'd never tasted wine
Or tasted it from lips that weren't mine
