Golden Fields - Moian

Where are you? Will your dreams come true? You're a fool Aimless pursuit Look at you In a field of doom You will lose You've been warned now Be safe, don't do that These fields are gonna swallow you Be safe, don't do that These fields are gon' devour you Be safe, don't do that These fields are gonna swallow you Be safe, don't do that These fields are gon' devour you I'm walking the fields I'm walking the fields, yeah I'm walking the fields Be safe, don't do that These fields are gon' devour you (devour you) This ain't meant for you That's what they tell me Even if that is true This is my journey This is my journey I won't take a knee This is not for you This is for me Breathe in, breathe out These fields, they won't devour me Breathe in, breathe out These fields, they gon' empower me Breathe in, breathe out These fields, they won't devour me Breathe in, breathe out These fields, they gon' empower me I'm walking the fields I'm walking the fields, yeah I'm walking the fields Be safe, don't do that These fields are gon' devour you These fields are gon' devour you These fields are gon' devour you (devour you) Never learned my lesson as a child, I was wild Staring at the moon, thought I'd never learn how to hide Drowning in my feelings but I never quite drowned Field full of wolves, yeah, we're fighting it out

All clear, good Lord Did well to be ignored Your falling temperature like cooling kisses All through your head A made up water's edge A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses And I'd love to see you waving From the far side of the swim Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already started Bright girl, dead town Walking tall but blown around The secret chainmail gown of your father's blessing Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing And I'd love to see you waving From the far side of the swim Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already started Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around Bright girl, dead town