Fields of Our Home

The Tallest Man On Earth - Kids On The Run

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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Oh meet me when the morning fails on the fields of desire

Oh meet me when I lost my part in the choir of dusk

Where the promise to lead what is right

As we both know how fields will turn white

And know I will never speak of days

Cause I know you wont count them.

No we have never grown a day from the poison we shared

And we're walking our crooked backs home


But will we ever confess what we've done?


Guess we're still kids on the run.

And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken

When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone


And the cold sky will write us a song

Guess we're still kids on the run

And the reflections in their eyes

Sure could paint us as killers

Oh, I'll be there.

And til t