Holy Rollers - Shana Cleveland & the Sandcastles

Holy Rollers Lyrics

What's that sound all down the road,
Of the dry (crinkled?) stone
Said goodbye, (sol?) afternoon,
In a window with the sun coming through.You're slow and rising wave,
In a field, your bodies wave.Kissing what people say
No-o-o way, no way.Ho-oly Ro-olle-ers,
Getting up when it's over.
Let them under,
Those fields of clover.
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