the fields

Let's go to the fields again

And let the roses fly through our minds

And the blackberry vine grows under our skin

And I'm thinking of you and you're thinking of me

And the light isn't dying in my body again

But do you still realise that I'm fading away

Do you know I'm a wraith tied up in your aura

Wanting to escape and whistle into nothing

Let's go to the fields again

And maybe I'll kiss you like you were never gone

And we'll hold hands and play like we're children once more