Текст песни Our Fires

I wanna make you mine, girl I wanna make you mine I hear your music calling out my name Until I make you mine, girl Until I make you mine You hear my music calling out your name Blinded by paintings and love songs Blowing Sumerian controls Wild paperboy proudness dirty Hyperhidro magazines, teardrops sucking sex machines Sledge the strength for power taste Eagle shifting drifter's night, madmen hiding out of sight Am I still the only one around that fits your size? You are my bovine divine