( D) When we met it was in the ( G) hot green ( C) jungle ( G)
( D) Your perfect flesh impervious to ( G) anything ( C) fungal ( G)
( D) You would sweat ( Em) coconut milk
And(C)i'd lie awake, ( G) restless with(D)the heat there in the
(Em)night
( C) Dawn would ( G) come
( D) And I would start to ( Em) feel my own sunrise
but(C) you'd just (G)lie,(C) sleeping ( G)
And so we went away in search of gentler breezes
When we arrived I longed to lie and rustle in your grasses
But you would not permit me to retire there
None but a fly might settle on the meadow of your leg
Then we moved until we reached the tundra in the winter
Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air
But now I'v grown bloated on seal fat
Not even flies might settle on the meadow of her leg
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Composição de Brad Roberts