Benoit Pioulard - Tie текст песни

Flee to the fields, it's a locust year
Leas & melt-water to defy the seer

A rosary around the wrists
The rope descends with tenderness
Oh they've got a file on me
The Venn pall of anxiety

Sticks across fences make a raucous sound
The call of the abyss, foxglove's on the ground
Flee to the fields, take your calmative
First to arrive, always the last to leave

O the rapture of the plain, an intimation of mortality
A halcyon sketch of persistent unease hanging from the Magnolia tree