Fields

August night swelters roll back the coversand I remember a long lost summerwhen you and I were a whole lot better friendsIn skyclad fields we came togetherhard to hold in moonlit heatherget off me boy, you're breaking my back againAnd a mouth full of broken wordswas all I had and all she heardas the sun set down to disappearinto the haziest sunset of the yearSo we drove for days and talked about nothingas the fields rolled by an American discussiondo you remember whenDo you recall the place that you're fromwho do you like and who do you lovewho do you hate and who's your favorite bandIsn't it weird how things can changein a year and some you look so strangeand you don't look at me half as dearas you did sometime late last year...goodbye