Текст Nicole Dollanganger – Black Flies

Black flies swarm at the dairy tree
They’ll die for the taste of something sweet
Face up in the tubs of soft ice cream
Melting out the summer

We used to go to the dairy tree
We sit outside and share ice cream
As the birds drink the blood from our bare feet
‘Cause you and me, we were so sweet

Don’t you remember?
Don’t remember

We used to go to the dairy tree
I was so sweet that you’d have died for me
So we made love in the summer heat
Behind the dairy tree