Matt Pond Pa

hay from the barn filled our mouths up with dust
fanning the air though we wouldnt have touched
im burned in all of six different ways
all for the fire and what they might say
*now Im filling in the forest and Im covered with trees
to far beyond what seems a bit too much, when lights been released
**Ive been dreaming - surprise, surprise?
and from waiting - the wells have all gone dry
turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk
promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust
I caught you down, way down in the field
Green hands and blind, it didnt seem real
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[ Promise The Bite Lyrics ]