Pure Heat
John Darnielle
[Verse 1]
The wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn
You come into the house, with your dress torn
[Refrain]
I can see you now, though through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene
[Verse 2]
Your hair hangs down, over me
Your hair casts a shadow to cover me
[Refrain]
I can see you now, though through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene
[Verse 3]
And the wind from the north, cools me
The wind from the north, doesn't fool me
[Refrain]
I can see you now, though through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene