Текст песни: P J HARVEY - The Slow Drug
Blue now is the colour
Love the drug I`m needing
Got to keep this feeling
With the headlights burning
We`re looking up for something
Answers on the ceiling
Watching out the windows
Watch the way the wind blows
Soon it will be morning
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something
Hits the drug I`m needing
Arrows that he`s turning
Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning
With the headlights burning
Looking up for something
Something that we`re needing
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
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Blue now is the colour
Love the drug I`m needing
Got to keep this feeling
With the headlights burning
We`re looking up for something
Answers on the ceiling
Watching out the windows
Watch the way the wind blows
Soon it will be morning
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something
Hits the drug I`m needing
Arrows that he`s turning
Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning
With the headlights burning
Looking up for something
Something that we`re needing
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
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The Dancer
The Desperate Kingdom Of Love
The Garden
The Letter
The Life And Death Of Mr Badmouth
The Pocket Knife
The River
The Sky Lit Up
The Slow Drug
The Whores Hustle And The Hustlers Whore
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This Mess We`re In
To Bring You My Love
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