Sweating through my pillow
Raindrops patter on my window
Hang my troubles at the willow
Holding onto anger cause I'm weak
Getting too stoned to sleep
So I drink myself back to dreams
What comfort yields
What things we shield
But in these fields
I swear I'm healed
Looking out beyond the pasture
Never thought I'd outlast her
Live like a natural disaster
And I hate the feeling of coming down
Hate being lost, don't want to be found
I offer myself back to the ground
What comfort yields
What things we shield
But in these fields
I swear I'm healed
What comfort yields
What things we shield
But in these fields
I swear I'm healed