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