a planter's field and watch
As blackbirds cross our names in the sky,
One of us is gonna have to place a bet
One of us is gonna have to tell the truth
I saw your collar bones sneaking out
of the cuts in your dress
And you turned my God -fearing heart
The fabric of our love in
I saw you standing in the corner of
that keeps the conversations
you know, it fits me nice
It cleans up you when the weather's cold
need the fire from an oil valve
I will lay you down in a planter's field,
And touch the ringlets in your hair,
One of us is gonna have to die first
to lay us down in the weeping of
One of us is gonna have to die alone
to lock us up in a silent home now
One of us is gonna pay the price,
the pen to cost, life or vice
It'll be alright, it'll be alright,
it'll be alright, it'll be alright
