Paroles de Wasteland

Slow dance on the wasteland Sown seeds will they grow or die No one could tear me from your side Holy is the land you tend Holding room for birth and death No one could tear me from your side Slow hands bitter bitter sweet rite (And the body knows) Lay our slow hands lay them on the wastelands Growing that sweet grass, bitter bitter sweet grass Body in the slow dance, cradling the crush plants Laying in the sweet grass, bitter bitter sweet grass Lay your slow hands lay them on the wastelands Lay this body, belly in the sweet grass Come with me my darling, listen to your body Gentle with the slow hands, gеntle with the wasteland