Blowing field, I will lay with you in it. Push you over, make sure that you're still breathing. I'm wide awake, I dig my fingers in the dirt. Cool my bones and grasp the call grass that speaks between us.
We gather stones to cast into the sea. A burial, dissolve the parts that we don't need. Above our heads, the thunder's hooves and braying gale. Your hands are shaking but your eyes are bright and unafraid of how I'm pelting down.
Can we lie here? A soft sleep in the fog. The field grows taller and it will never let you go. credits