[ Featuring Waxahatchee ]
Twilight in the field as the rains came pouring down
I waited for your call then drove back into town
Blood red and golden leaves were falling to the ground
Cinematic wet streets reflect the clouds
Wait until morning and I will meet you there
Even when it's storming there's sunlight in your hair
I'll bask in your splendor and your scent upon the air
Past the Forks of Cypress
We walk on the trails past the pond on fallen leaves
Where the panther saw his own reflection in my dreams
Watching us making love upon the cold hard ground
Buried in the red clay so freshly plowed
Threw my coat into the back seat and I drove into town
Past the Forks of Cypress and the road that wraps around
The bottomland and one lane bridge before the new highway
A new life built among the ghosts that paved the way
No one had better ask me and I would never tell
Something so forbidden, I'll carry it to hell
And burn it down there with me with lips that speak profane
Of a love that burned as hot as my secret shame
Falls that lead to winters into springs and summers green
The one that shook me most fertilized the ground, serene
Hazel eyes and blood, beckoning to speak thy name
My secret shame that haunts me in my dream
Stalking like the panther in the soybean
Ghosts that haunt me still as my bones rest in the field
Just past the Forks of Cypress
Past the Forks of Cypress
Past the Forks of Cypress
