Colour Fields lyrics

All clear Good Lord Did well to be ignored Your falling temperature Like cooling kisses All through your head A made-up water’s edge A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses I’d love to see you waving From the far side of the swim Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open- hearted Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already started Bright girl, dead town Walking tall but blown around The secret chainmail gown of your father’s blessing Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing