Planets are drifting as you
Lay with your eyes closed
Sifting through the ground
Where the corn grows
Levitating from the inside out
Your skin is shaking
You're moving your mouth
But no words come out
No words come out
Your pores, are they leaking
The taste of a corn field
Where a jet plane collides
With my window shield
Every time I think of you?
I've only wanted to lay next you
With no words allowed
No words come out
When we're buried underground
Meet me in the dead people's lounge
My skeleton bones will still want
To be with your skeleton bones
All peaceful and perfect
We won't make a sound
We won't make a sound
Sixty years and later
And so far from Iowa
The boy in the field never
Dreamed that someday I would
After all these years
And all these miles
Fall in love with his grandchild
I fell in love with his child
I fell in love with you, child

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