Seeds came in the mail today from Holland And the language on the package was wonderful and strange All sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth In goodly colors, gloriously arranged
I circled the house and I scattered them around Let the water sink down into the soil Stared a long time at the residue Blood, milk, and oil
God, the humidity is something Our shirts are soaked clean through The house is throbbing and the heat keeps coming And I keep looking at you
And then you're singing in Dutch to me And I recognize the song It seems so old and so fragile I haven't heard it in so long
We may throw the windows open later But we are not as far west as we suppose we are Hot wind coming off the water The sky gone crazy with stars
While we stay here, we imagine we're alive We see shadows on the walls There's something waiting for us in the hot, wet air Sweat, water, and alcohol
Just the old blood Rising up through the wooden floor again Just the old love Asking for more againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
