Letra de Tulsa Imperative (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 5)
Y'know, I'm not gonna play that numberYour mama's failed wheat field Was a good place to lie down together Three weeks deep into the guts of summer We sweat like hogs and I felt light as a featherI saw a disk-like object Reflected in your eyes And the noise grew louder As we looked up to the skiesAnd the sleek silver body Had lights along the side And the sleek silver body Had lights all underneathI remember the warm air Blowing in our faces I remember the heat Running through meThere was no one worth telling There was nothing we could do, and I was Real quiet as I lifted the keys from the kitchen table I was looking right at youAnd your hand brushed against mine And it touched me inside as All along the night sky I watched our futures collideAnd the car's new headlights Cut through the darkness As the oil dripped silently To the pavement underneathI remember the warm air Burning our faces I remember the heat Running through me