Brett Anderson
Wheatfields
Outside the wind is raging
blowing the wheatfields all away
and now the game is changing
and now the rules are thrown away
and the cards are turning
and my mouth is dry
as her dress is falling before my eyes....
and now the hands ar turning
and now the clocks are changing
beauty is on the matress
lifting the pattens from her skin
and the clothes are falling and her breasts in light
and her skin is holy like the sky
and our clothes are falling
and our mouths are dry
and are skin is holy like the sky
Outside the wind is raging
Songtexteblowing the wheatfields all away
and now the game is changing
and now the rules are thrown away
and now the rules are thrown away.
(Thanks to ciciboots for these lyrics)
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