“The sinuous musical setting of Windswept works like a photo enlarger on the lyric’s highly charged erotic imagery, blowing up pictures of a curved arm or a single droplet of sweat to near-billboard size, as in the similarly lush and surreal Myths of the Near Future by the British novelist J. G. Bal...
Oh, baby, do it again and again
I can hear nothing
Windswept is the sand
Oh, baby, oh show me more
I can see nothing
Windswept is the shore
Heatwave to nightshade
Oh I'm feeling swept away
Oh I'm
Oh I'm swept away
Oh I'm
Oh, baby, don't leave me there
With a low whisper
Windswept in the air
You say it's nothing
But a game to play
Oh I'm feeling swept away
Slow, baby, you can take your time
I can hear nothing
Windswept is the tide
A feeling only or a state of mind
Gonna take me high, mama
Mama, take me high
Oh I'm swept away
Oh, baby
Oh I'm swept away
Oh, baby
Oh I'm swept away
Oh, baby
Oh I'm swept away
Oh, baby
Oh I'm swept away
Windswept was written by Bryan Ferry.
Windswept was produced by Bryan Ferry & Rhett Davies.