Glow - Callers

There was a field that once grew high

Patterns pressing out a punctured light

I see how we could rein in the stops

It’s a perfect day to be going

Yes, I’ll be gone

And when I fly, you will see the lights and fires

I’m going on a holiday

I’ll see my friends on beaches

Far below they will glow

They will glow

Everybody’s talking

They don’t know who I am

I will make them safer

Everybody’s talking too much

Everybody’s talking till they come

Everyone is talking till they come