Glory in the Field (Untitled 4)

Glory in the field
Which burns and cooks the clouds
Orange and red get in the sky
Like trees get in the water
Like sounding out images
Our context, our characters
Our blood boiling, we have facts
The sky reflects

Glory in the field
We laid down ourselves
To bleeding out on wet ground we're
Turning our heads or hold the lens right
Leaving room to take up
This way the smoke cries
Down low the ash go
Down low the ash go
Down low the ash go

Glory in the field
Which burns and cooks the clouds
Orange and red get in the sky
Like trees get in the water
Like sounding out images
Our context, our characters
Our blood boiling, we have facts
The sky reflects