The Wind (Demo) PJ Harvey

[Verse 1]
Catherine liked high places
High up, high up on the hills
A place for making noises like whales
Noises like the whales

Here she built a chapel
With her image, her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and rest
And a place where she could wash

[Chorus]
And listen to the wind blowing
And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind
Listen to the wind blow

[Verse 2]
She dreamt of children's voices
She dreamt of children's voices
And torture
And torture on the wheel
Torture on the wheel
Patron Saint of nothing
Patron Saint of nothing, nothing, nothing
A woman of the hills
Just of the hills
She once was a lady
Was a lady
Of pleasure and high born
Of pleasure and high, high, high
A lady of the city
Lady of the city
But now she sits and moans
Moaning, moaning, moan