Prologue
Out in the open field,
Dancing in the pouring rain,
Singing out your pleasant name,
Wishing we could stay the same,
Knowing that it is insane, knowing that I was a shame.
I'm sorry for how I've been,
Coming from your very own kin.
Out in the open field,
Wishing we could stay the same.
Out in the open field.
I sing this despite the fact that I am neither dancing nor is it raining. It is partially related to how I feel. Except, I don't know how we used to be. I do wish I did though.
