Laying in fields
The grass is high enough to see
My sighs are out on the coastline
I won't pry but I sense some need
Oh, you're a martyr
Well I rely too much on the opposite
I rely too much on the listening for pitter and patter of my seed
Well I rely too much
You like ghosts with a darker shine
I know what you like
My head in the oven, you want the feature
But I'm not the feature am I?
And you're a martyr
Well I rely too much on the opposite
I rely too much on the listening for pitter and patter of my seed
Well I rely too much
I rely too much on the opposite
I rely too much on the listening for pitter and patter of my seed
Well I rely too much
Too much