Come continuous lover
see I’m weak and frail
I’ve pawned my harvest
for a hell of a fright
the fields are whispering a name
and I spit out the remnants
of my days and ways
come my silent sister
untie this belt of brier
here’s my book of prayers
beauty is just a stain
I’d like to ease some of this pain
but fields are moaning
fields are whispering my name
and I spit out the remnants
of my days and ways
