Ears of Wheat by Berriloom and the Doom Lyrics
Sit on the edge of bed
No one can see you
Defer your presence
White and small
Gather fire
Lay the cold air in my ears
Never too close not to cut off me
I know what i’m doing
On the tillage of anger
I’m just counting my ears of wheat
A hay bale of pain stabbing my lungs
A hay bale of pain squeezing my heart
I know what i'm doing
No one can see you
Defer your presence
White and small
Gather fire
Lay the cold air in my ears
Never too close not to cut off me
I know what i’m doing
On the tillage of anger
I’m just counting my ears of wheat
A hay bale of pain stabbing my lungs
A hay bale of pain squeezing my heart
I know what i'm doing