the wind from the north flattens the yellow corn you come into the house with your dress torn i can see you now though through a screen a smile on your face your fingers dripping kerosene your hair hangs down over me your hair casts a shadow to cover me i can see you now though through a screen a smile on your face your fingers dripping kerosene and the wind from the north cools me the wind from the north doesn t fool me i can see you now though through a screen a smile on your face your fingers dripping kerosene