Infield

Do you
Hold on, hold on
Like I do, like I do
Like I do
To doubt
Doubt inside you
Coat of art
Lines
Lines pointing home
And in the outfield
The grass
Is overgrown
It grows
You don’t fool me
Your salutation’s wrong
You don’t fool me
You’re lonely, you’re lonely
You don’t fool me
You don’t fool me
You’re lonely