In the Field

In the field, the sails are everything
We breathe on our own, but we share everything
And yea, we like to know, the prize is organised
Before we rock and roll and start to die
Okay, I’d love to know, the price is everything
Before we rock and roll and start to die
In the field, in the field
Before we rock and roll and start to die
In the field, in thе field – in the field
I’m nеver closed, my heart is a hotel
That never supposes and never ever tells
And when I close my drapes, my heart is a lake
Fortunes untold and shot with daybreak
In the field, in the field
Shot with daybreak
In the field, in the field – in the field
Love comes on, in falsetto
We get so high, we’ve got nowhere to go
It’s like a metaphor for, like, really in love
Like reading ‘The Superstar Book’ by concert glow
In the field, in the field
Everyone I love is still alive
In the field, in the field – in the field
In the field, in the tall dry grass
Near the abandoned boat – it’s shadow’s as far as it gets
In the tall dry grass, everyone I love
Is still alive or they’re not alive yet
In the field, in the field
Still alive or they’re not alive yet
In the field, in the field – in the field
In the field, in the field – in the field