Elysian Fields - Black Acres - Sözleri

Whirlwind take me there

Where I will be his lady fair

Sheets of night hiding us

Gusts of wind riding us

I'm blown away into his hands

I'm weak and high, can barely stand

In the web of dizzy leaves

Virgins all, elude the trees

Touch me now, touch me 

The black acres are claiming me

They're claiming me

He holds me up like a babe

Pressing close I can't behave

I need to have this little death

I'm up against his downy chest

In the web of dizzy leaves

Virgins all, elude the trees

The chill is flush with burning flesh

It's so refined this little death

Touch me now, touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They're claiming me

Touch me now, touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They're claiming me

Black acres

I'm running away from home

And the wind, the wind is blowin'

And the weathervane

Its heathen song

Lulls the world

With silver tongue










		
			



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