Timesbold - This Field Needs A Reaper lyrics

This field needs a reaper The brush is broken spines The tigers are tired And the birds are blind And there's nothing funny When everything's kind They drew your string And now you're defined This field needs a reaper To cut us all a path To trees filled with things That make me laugh A light by every window A busted winded song This field needs a reaper Singing, "woe be gone..." Woe be gone Because i miss the mystery It's what i miss the most This field needs a reaper And a whipping post Woe be gone