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