The Slow Drug — PJ Harvey

Blue now is the colour Love the drug I'm needing Got to keep this feeling

With the headlights burning We're looking up for something Answers on the ceiling

Watching out the windows Watch the way the wind blows Soon it will be morning

Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers Could you be my calling?

See this winged boy falling Falling out of something Hits the drug I'm needing

Arrows that he's turning Need to keep this feeling Slow drug in the morning

With the headlights burning Looking up for something Something that we're needing

Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers Could you be my calling?