Pure Heat Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

The wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn
You come into the house, with your dress torn
I can see you now, as though 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 though through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene

And the wind from the north, cools me
The wind from the north, doesn′t fool me
I can see you now, as though through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene