Текст песни Thru The Field

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