In the field, the sales are everything We be on our own, we share everything
And yeah, we like to know, the price is organized 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 the field In the field, never closed
My heart is a hotel That never closes
Supposes and never ever tells When I close my drapes
My heart is a lake For gins and toes
Shot with daybreak In the field, in the field
Shot with daybreak In the field, in the field
In the field
Love goes 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 a superstar book, my concert go
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
In shadows as far as it can
In the tall dry grass
Everyone I love
Is still alive
Oh, they're not alive yet
In the field
In the field
Still alive
Oh, they're not alive yet
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field
In the field