Minnesota

Seeds came in the mail today from Holland
 And the language on the package was wonderful and strange
 All sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth
 In goodly colors, gloriously arranged
 I circled the house and I scattered them around
 Let the water sink down into the soil
 Stared a long time at the residue
 Blood, milk, and oil
 God, the humidity is something
 Our shirts are soaked clean through
 The house is throbbing and the heat keeps coming
 And I keep looking at you
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 And then you're singing in Dutch to me
 And I recognize the song
 It seems so old and so fragile
 I haven't heard it in so long
 We may throw the windows open later
 But we are not as far west as we suppose we are
 Hot wind coming off the water
 The sky gone crazy with stars
 While we stay here, we imagine we're alive
 We see shadows on the walls
 There's something waiting for us in the hot, wet air
 Sweat, water, and alcohol
 Just the old blood
 Rising up through the wooden floor again
 Just the old love
 Asking for more again