Fields - Weave A Noose, Burn The Bear lyrics

Son, what did your mother do

Weaken my mind

You just weaken my mind

Break these rules that control you

Break my resolve

You just break my resolve

Ride heavy to lovers arms

Smothering arms

These are smothering arms

Ill keep you safe you wont come to harm

Bring me to harm

Please just bring me to harm

Theres a place we ought to go

These fields are dead and i should know

Winter corners from behind

We dont mind

Cause were already cold

And our words they are bitter now

Summer gold skin on you

Burnt by your hand

I was burnt by your hand

Wasted weeks feeling bitter and blue

Bitter and blue, i was bitter and blue

Take hold to your lovers charms

Accommodate you

To accommodate you

Traded on things that were hidden in lies

Hidden from you

They were hidden from you

Theres a place we ought to go

These fields are dead and i should know

Winter corners from behind

We dont mind

Cause were already cold

And our words they are bitter now