Life of the Fields

Your eyes are flat, the city's hot
 Night falls over the barren system
 Leave the cracked city block
 Come back to the old religion
 Throw your seed behind the plow
 Throw your wine in the face of nothing
 Feel the sea anemone
 Children played in the rockery garden
 We're all John Barleycorn
 We're all one in old religion
 Meet me by the waving rye
 The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
 Gaelic runes and harvest moons
 Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol
 Mustard seed and dandelion
 A time to live, a time to die
 Meet me in the waving leaves
 The question mark in the scarecrow summer
 Meet me out by the lemon trees
 Pull me down, and pump me dry
 Lie back down and think of rain
 In the blossom of the willow
 Mastering the morning pain
 Gorgeous on your petal pillow
 Mustard seed and dandelion
 Treading wine for the old religion
 The high priest and the artisan
 Piping at the gates of knowledge
 Saturnine as the hammer god
 Hammering, getting it on
 Meet me by the waving rye
 The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
 Gaelic runes and harvest moons
 Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol
 Mustard seed and dandelion
 A time to live, a time to die
 Meet me in the waving summer
 The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
 Making out by the rhododendron
 Pull me down, and pump me dry
 Like back now and think of sorrow
 The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
 Mustard seed and dandelion
 A time to live, a time to die
 Meet me in the waving leaves
 The question mark in the scarecrow summer...