Field of Dreams

I've been trying so hard
But it's come back at me
With a thousand arms
And it seems that being right here
Would be worse than being wrong
And I'm done
But right now I just can't see

Well here we are it seems
Standing at the field of dreams
Where it's lonely and it's holy and it's sweet
Hey
Lock the exits
Bar the doors and follow course
You'll see my face in the faded church house floor

Imagine being right here
For at least a year it seems
All right there for you and I to see
Well he was breathing cold affections
Paper love on TV screens

Well here we are it seems
Standing at the field of dreams
Where it's lonely and it's holy and it's sweet
Why's it gotta be so goddamn sweet
Ah hey
Lock the exits
Bar the doors and follow course
You'll see my face in the faded church house floor



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Peacock
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