Lyrics Thru the Field - Memory Tapes

Thru the Field

Walk on through the field, it’s already late
I swear I heard somebody laughing
At all my mistakes
Forest of hands, a shot through the ground
I’m glad that my heels worn unlikely
And drag me back down
Under the ground, never alone
The voices are whispering softly
That this is my home
I thought I heard them call my name before
I need a break now before I fall
Are you a calling me up
Looking out for you, here back crying
Oh, I don’t know it’s real
Am I going out?