The Magnetic Fields /

Heather Heather

Heather heather
We belong together like sex and violence
Like death and silence

Heather heather
We're birds of a feather
We have a duty to youth and beauty
And in your blood runs some of mine
And in your eyes I am divine
And in your head flows too much wine
My famous wine

Heather heather
We're like the weather
All mist and air, but always there
Heather heather
Put on some leather
And let's go dancing 'twixt lasers glancing