Million lyrics

when i came back from finland the taxi took me down the street i saw the red flowers growing like they used to by the roadside in the smothering summer heat you were standing out in front of the house with your floral print dress on and you had questions only a masochist would ask writen all over your big brown eyes the moon is high over iowa at night the moon is high over iowa at night and i brought your a blanket hand woven, hand dyed the moon is high over iowa at night