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