She Bangs The Drums
I can feel the Earth begin to move. I hear my needle hit the groove 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 feel too steady on my feet. I feel hollow, I feel weak. Passion fruit 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.
-The Stone Roses









