Vantage point set knee deep in fields of corn.
Where i lay down my jacket for you to sit on.
sick of twisting alleyways.
Forever searching for the best hiding place.
Out the way of the blinking streetlights.
Past my back garden. To the fields we run.
Through the hedgerows where the birds scream my name.
Or at least thats what i interpret them to say.
Hand in hand, Let me take you far away from the home we know.
Far from the squalor of city and suburban pathways.
To the sort of places nobody remembers anymore.
A place to call our own.

I could never forget the reflection in your eyes.
As the daylight blinked its last over this years harvest.
Amongst the concrete skyline you cant see beauty like this
But just a few miles out it becomes a daily occurance.
To look out on an unscarred horizon is a breath of fresh air in this same old same old generation.
The bright light city used to be a change of pace.
Now its the getaway green grass and footpaths we lost faith in.
And i could sit in the same damn place every day.
Absent of the hundred mile an hour pace of the city streets.
The sort of place i could rest my head and never worry about coming or going.

Princess i would build i castle right where we sit.
We could hide in the tallest tower and never show our faces again.
Living our fairytale life just a single day at a time.
Call out the sun to break through stormy clouds.
Never have a sorry sight pass the drawbridge or our guards.
and just as i awake, The Dishes atop the giants nests light up.
The screaming sirens drag me back into life again.
Time to take my morning coffee and get back behind the desk of a job i'd rather forget.
And in my ten minute lunchbreak promise me darling we can take the same walk
for the hours i get to sleep and hold you tight.
I can take time out to somewhere i am always wishing to tread. One day.

Repeat. Red Eyes, Begging for sleep.
If only i had a single soul to blame.
A single soul to thank for the company i manage to keep.
The bright eyed glint of hope in my sea of uncertainty and anxiety.
The type of comfort i can cuddle up to and forget the world.
Thank god, For the angel he sent my way.
Turn up the tv whilst we fall asleep, across the sofa so ungracefully.
I couldnt give a hell what anyone else could say.
I'm hoping i dont clip her wings or ever keep her from flying.
Cause i spend every second of my day counting down to the weekend.
The time i get to spend with her.
Alone and unaltered. At snails pace. Fairy tale days.