In the Cane Fields

I tasted the wet sugar on your lips And it brought me alive Songs blended unsurely One another on the arms of the air We looked around the living room There was cool jazz on the stereo The sound was clean and clear I was ready to absorb you into myself My jaw was hanging open I got so hungry and I felt so drunk I felt your muscles tighten and relax And tighten and relax And tighten and relax And tighten And then relax I knew a Cuban guy who worked cutting cane when hе was young, can you imagine it He said that the tеnsion that it bred in his back was enough to make you laugh Bending and rising sixteen hours a day I looked around the living room Your sweating skin pressed on me and we were drowning And I don't wanna hurt you anymore