Into the Fields - Foxes In Fiction

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