Weave A Noose, Burn The Bear - Lyrics - Fields

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