Wheatfields Lyrics

Brett Anderson

Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfield's
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, my eyes

My eyes



And now the hands are turning, and now the clocks are
changing

Beauty is on the mattress, lifting the patterns from
her skin

And the clothes are falling, and her breast is mine


And her skin is holy, like the sky, like the sky

The sky



And the clothes are falling, and our mouths are dry

And our skin is holy, like the sky, like the sky

The sky



Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfield's
away

And now the game is changing, and now the rules are
thrown away

And now the rules are thrown away

Away, away, away (repeat to fade)

By Astroangel