Ché Aimee Dorval - The Field lyrics

Young boy, young son The game has begun Feel it the pressure is on The outcome is dear From the adults you hear Run, run hustle and run And if he falls God help us all The net is open and bare But we're all just kids Trying to belong Out for a breath of fresh air The field is uneven The players disheartened The ball goes right over our heads Me, I'm in the background Playing with the daisies Dreaming of days spent in bed Oh we're only kids Walking it off As we run run hustle and fall Mary spends the whole ride home crying Her hands are frozen through to the bone Me, I'm in the backseat Watching the world pa** me Playing with the dew and the dust Oh we're only kids Making a mess As we run run hustle and fall Oh... We fall