She Bangs the Drums
I can feel the Earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the group
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours, but the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't think too steady on my feet
I feel hollow, I feel weak
Passion fruits and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her, here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
I hear my needle hit the group
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours, but the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't think too steady on my feet
I feel hollow, I feel weak
Passion fruits and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her, here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her? Have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass?
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Credits
Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire
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