Helicopters

Helicopters - The Stills

And how your heatwave ran

Through our snow black fields

And we dropped our young

And now creck skin 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

And now saw you burns on

'Til you catch diseases

And wait them out

'Til this tundra freezes

My moon's a naked cold star

Why do you take this so hard

And how your heat wave 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