Kate Bush - Wuthering heights
Tekst en muziek: Kate Bush
(1978)






Out on the wiley, windy moors
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too



Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master



Too long I roamed in the night
I’m coming back to his side, to put it right
I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold



Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold









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