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
