Catfish Lyrics

This is how she played it in Ashville, North Carolina, Hot Stuff Tattoo 18th of January 2012.
Special way of playing the F. She doesn't do a bar, she doesn't use her middle finger, it goes:
Intro :
Crave, desolate, you dive in, we follow along.
I contrive you with whiskey and Sam Cooke songs
And we lay on our backs, soaking wet below a static tv set.
Conversation flows, counting shooting stars and catfish,
But I'll never make a wish.
Barefoot, parking lot, getting high'n Portland, Or'gon
We echo seventheen; we glue it back and poke fun
And it gets real quiet, I don't care, darting with moonshine, truth or dare
I say just what I'm thinking and second guess instantly
And you laugh at me.
We stick to our slow motion memory.
It's 1 in the morning and 90 degrees
and though now it is hovering darkly over me,
it'll look just like heaven when I get up and leave.
You're a ghost and I can't breathe.
C G F Am x2 end on C slow strum down