Lyrics
You were stern in the mornings
when you sobered up
then descended back into the keg
usually upbeat in the evenings
when you'd drank it down to the dregs
Those pretty thoughts that you think
do they flow more freely when you drink?
Your love shining into my eyes
Holding me like I'm your prize
Those pretty thoughts that you thunk
Do they make you regret getting drunk?
In your mind I'm standing in a field
with flowers and clouds all around
and you dare not tarnish my veil
by speaking your feelings aloud
Those pretty words make me expand
In spite of the dangers untold
And I do suspect where I stand
In a field in the land of your soul