Helicopters Songtext
von The Stills

And how your heatwave ran
Through our snow-black fields
And we dropped our young
And the cracked skin peels
And it′s been ten long weeks
And there's still no word
Our arctic Graceland
And the whale fat burned


But my moon′s a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard?
And the sun burns on
And we catch diseases
We'll wait them out
Till this tundra freezes
But my moon's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard?

And how your heatwave ran
Through our snow-black fields

Helicopters are chasing
Animals through the fields
Helicopters are chasing
Our spirits into the sea
Helicopters are chasing
Animals through the fields
Helicopters are chasing
Our spirits into the sea