Lyrics The Field - Grasscut

The Field

You wake before the sun does
And quietly dress
Your footsteps crack open the freezing morning
It stings your chest
In winter wind you’re walking
Over the hill
Between the phone masts chasing all that yet may be revealed
The one who walks beside you
He never yields
Follow the tracks and verges
All along the fallow field
All along the fallow field
All along the fallow field
The field, the field, the field
Head to the ground, you dive down deep
Beneath your feet
The chalky halflives of a million creatures
Slow into sleep
A single bird is painted
Black on the snow
You turn your back to town, it’s
With you everywhere you go
The one who walks beside you
He never yields
Follow the tracks and verges
All along the fallow field
In winter wind you’re walking
Over the hill
Between the phone masts chasing
All that yet may be revealed
You watch the cloud go racing
From Truleigh hill
And see the skylarks hover
High above the fallow field
High above the fallow field
High above the fallow field
The field, the field, the field
The field, the field, the field