Pure Heat

The wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn.

You come into the house, with your dress torn.

I can see you now, as through a screen.

A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene

Your hair hangs down, over me.

Your hair casts a shadow to cover me.

I can see you now, as through a screen.

A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene

The wind from the north, cools me.

The wind from the north, doesn't fool me.

I can see you now, as through a screen.

A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene