Field of Green

In a field of green, was it summer, was it spring?

our hearts were open wide, we could almost walk inside.

but then love was professed, now it’s a sticky ugly mess.

welcome to the winter of our love.

where did you go?



you’re not what i want, old loves hang around my heart.

guess i’ll take what i need, just let you take the lead.

you’re no longer being real, i’m no longer free to feel

welcome to the winter of the heart

where did you go?



i can’t really see you anymore,

you could say that we are over

but who do you tell it to on a chilly afternoon

pour more salt into these wounds



try to widen the false space

between your face and my face

and your heart and my heart.