The doors slide open, and it's not like I want to stay and burn. I've already run from the sun. Won't the night come in turn, and leave us in the fields all on our own?
Everyone wanted to end the war, but I'd march down the killing fields for you. Relax if I don't know what to do. Relax when I shut down the roads to you.
Who can tell if it's time for more? Read me the laws that say for sure in this dance; a gravitation. Is it by chance and implication?
Woman the day might have us revealed. And, baby, can you see the killing fields? I've already run from the sun. Won't the night come in turn, and leave us in the fields all on our own?
I feel at home on our own. I want to die. I want to heal. I want you here.
Candace has a great way of capturing the emotion of real situations, and elevating that into poetry. Add impressive vocals. Add great vocal hooks. That's Candace. The Fur Trade
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