Fire in the Field

Lyrics

i am no confessor
you know how black my sins are
you gotta walk like a stone, in this old world
if you hang for silence
let it be so

ain’t got no taste
ain’t got no patience
mumble with the tongue
says “good gracious”

i am no midnight healer
you know how my eyes like to wander
you gotta tread as a beast up in here
if your name is taken,
let it be so

ain’t got no taste
ain’t got no patience
mumble with the tongue
says “good gracious”

i am no squanderer
you know how dangerous that can be
you’ll not see me fly
like we were meant to
if you see the in-between
protect it so