Memory Tapes - Thru The Field lyrics

rate me

Walk on through the field, it’s already late

I swear I heard somebody laughing

At all my mistakes

Forest coughing, a shot to the ground

I’m glad that my heels worn unlikely

And drag me back town

Wander the ground, never alone

The voices are whispering softly, that this is my town

Thought I heard they call my name, before

I keep it down, all fall

Are you calling me up,

Looking out for your head, back trying

Oh, I don’t know you

I’m not going out

[Guitar solo]