Continuous Lover, Silent Sister

Come continuous lover

see I’m weak and frail

I’ve pawned my harvest

for a hell of a fright

the fields are whispering a name

and I spit out the remnants

of my days and ways

come my silent sister

untie this belt of brier

here’s my book of prayers

beauty is just a stain

I’d like to ease some of this pain

but fields are moaning

fields are whispering my name

and I spit out the remnants

of my days and ways