Helicopters - The Stills

…and how your heatwave ran

Through our snow black fields

And we dropped our young

To a ragtime feel

And it’s been ten long weeks

And there’s still no word

Our Arctic Graceland

And the whale fat burn

My moon’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 moon’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