hay from the barn filled our mouths up with dust fanning the air though we wouldn t have touched i m burned in all of six different ways all for the fire and what they might say now i m filling in the forest and i m covered with trees to far beyond what seems a bit too much when light s been released i ve been dreaming surprise surprise and from waiting the wells have all gone dry turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust i caught you down way down in the field green hands and blind it didn t seem real now i m filling in the forest and i m covered with trees to far beyond what seems a bit too much when light s been released i ve been dreaming surprise surprise and from waiting the wells have all gone dry
['philly indie']