Mason Jennings - In the Field lyrics
[Mason Jennings - In the Field lyrics]
Keep my hands all tied up in you
I'm sick of these sick mornings
This empty home
Child, I may be learning what
I should have known
And heaven true bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house where we can sleep together
I will sleep tonight in the field
I'll wrap my arms around all that's real
I'll send my love and sorrow to where you lay
I'll wait for tomorrow to sing my songs today
Heaven true bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house where we can sleep together
Heaven true bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house where we can sleep together