In the Cane Fields The Mountain Goats

I tasted the wet sugar on your lips
And it brought me alive
Songs blended unsurely
One another on the arms of the air
We looked around the living room
There was cool jazz on the stereo
The sound was clean and clear
I was ready to absorb you into myself
My jaw was hanging open
I got so hungry and I felt so drunk
I felt your muscles tighten and relax
And tighten and relax
And tighten and relax
And tighten
And then relax

I knew a Cuban guy who worked cutting cane when hе was young, can you imagine it
He said that the tеnsion that it bred in his back was enough to make you laugh
Bending and rising sixteen hours a day
I looked around the living room
Your sweating skin pressed on me and we were drowning
And I don't wanna hurt you anymore