Из альбома: Sun Machine
His games swept over me like
A slow, hot wind
Somedays, it's too warm to fight
A slow, hot wind
There in the shade
Like a cool drink
Waiting
He sat with slow fire in his eyes
Just waiting
Somedays, it's too warm to fight
A slow, slow hot wind
There in the shade
Like a cool drink
Waiting
He sat with slow fire in his eyes
Just waiting
Somedays, it's too warm to fight
A slow, hot wind
A slowhot wind