Текст песни: Shawn Colvin - Set The Prairie on Fire








S. colvin - elly brown



Full full moon and

That same sad nature

I wanna cover every inch of you

Like ink on paper

Like the blind parade of souls

Consumed by religion

I cant wait til I get you

In that defenseless position





Chorus:

When we set the prairie on fire

Oh we go down to the water

Naked and slow

You and me

And the heart of desire

We set the prairie on fire

How hard will the wind blow

How far will it go





When the feeling burns down

To one solitary color

The velocity of longing

Melting into each other

Its a song our fingers play

All at once and together

You can bet we never learned it

But weve known it forever





Oh I dreamed that we were flying

Carried up from the ashes

Black silhouettes of velvet

Against the crimson of passion

We can almost hear the echoes

From the smoldering meadow

Its the rapture of the angels

And the rage of the devil





Chorus



In the cool dusk of horses

Through the rusted wires of sleep

With our arms around midnight

Were headed for release

We go riding in the wind

We go riding in the dark

Go riding, riding





Chorus

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S. colvin - elly brown



Full full moon and

That same sad nature

I wanna cover every inch of you

Like ink on paper

Like the blind parade of souls

Consumed by religion

I cant wait til I get you

In that defenseless position





Chorus:

When we set the prairie on fire

Oh we go down to the water

Naked and slow

You and me

And the heart of desire

We set the prairie on fire

How hard will the wind blow

How far will it go





When the feeling burns down

To one solitary color

The velocity of longing

Melting into each other

Its a song our fingers play

All at once and together

You can bet we never learned it

But weve known it forever





Oh I dreamed that we were flying

Carried up from the ashes

Black silhouettes of velvet

Against the crimson of passion

We can almost hear the echoes

From the smoldering meadow

Its the rapture of the angels

And the rage of the devil





Chorus



In the cool dusk of horses

Through the rusted wires of sleep

With our arms around midnight

Were headed for release

We go riding in the wind

We go riding in the dark

Go riding, riding





Chorus

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