Ripped from the ground, car arrives at location remote

Put on your coat, you'll never know

I'll cross the fields and part the crops, bend all the stalks

We're waiting on encoded signs, hidden won't harm, they won't disarm

Been here before, cold winter stasis will not thaw

It broke my jaw and from the fields

You feel the pattern laid below how far it goes

You'll wait and see, when seasons change we'll leave our coats, we'll clear our throats