The story
They keep time where the corn rises and the daylight fades.
Out in the fields, two bodies move slow between rows and dust, letting the tractor sit silent while the sky goes copper. A hand in a worn T-shirt finds the other, and the wide-open land feels smaller than the space between one step and the next. The music leans into the pause, where staying close is harder than letting go.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.