Fields

When you lay down to sleep
Do you dream
Of unspeakable things
Like I do?
And in the silence you see
What it means
There’s no one waiting for you
Fields are haunted
Strange lights
Honest
And what you say is a sin
A breakdown
To the point you begin
With no sound
And all that matters
Is here
When you know
That all that matters is now
Fields are haunted
Strange lights
Honest