Helicopters Songtext
von The Stills

...and how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields
And we dropped our young
To a ragtime feel

And itÂ′s been ten long weeks
And thereÂ's still no word
Our Arctic Graceland
And the whale fat burn

My moonÂ′s a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.


So keep this song
Til you catch diseases
And wait them out
Til this tundra freezes

.And how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields

My moonÂ's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.

Helicopters are chasing
Animals through the fields
Helicopters are chasing
Our spirits into the sea