Cesare Basile

Come continuous lover

See I'm weak and frail

I've pawned my harvest

For a hell of a fright

The fields are whispering a name

And I spit out the remnants

Of my days and ways

Come my silent sister

Untie this belt of brier

Here's my book of prayers

Beauty is just a stain

I'd like to ease some of this pain

But fields are moaning

Fields are whispering my name

And I spit out the remnants

Of my days and ways