Let's Run Through a Cornfield
take my hand, we can run through the cornfield shameless passion, embrace so inviting nothing but stalks enfold our vision tell me your darkest secrets, my lips are sealed my hands turn to ice on this october morn, we each took a sack lunch, we could stay out for hours wandering, my thoughts pass our lack of decision i kiss your hand, we fall to the ground unerneath us lie broken husks of corn and wait for the coming of night darkness falls early, close-knitting around and our feet return us to soil, and the field is lost from sight
composer:Eric Ruppel |