There was a field that once grew high
Patterns pressing out a punctured light
I see how we could rein in the stops
It's a perfect day to be going
Yes, I'll be gone
And when I fly, you will see the lights and fires
I'm going on a holiday
I'll see my friends on beaches
Far below they will glow
They will glow
Everybody's talking
They don't know who I am
I will make them safer
Everybody's talking too much
Everybody's talking till they come
Everyone is talking till they come