Rustle in the Grass
So this is how you speak to fear
Sing to me, my balladeer
Three years and I couldn't find you
At least I tried to
The crunching leaves, I heard the feet coming
You lay down in the dirt
Doing things we're not designed to
And I can't give you what the butterflies do
It's why I run from every rustle in the grass
Don't look back
Sing to me, my balladeer
Three years and I couldn't find you
At least I tried to
The crunching leaves, I heard the feet coming
You lay down in the dirt
Doing things we're not designed to
And I can't give you what the butterflies do
It's why I run from every rustle in the grass
Don't look back
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie King
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