[Verse 1] Cold wind cuts the plain, Sky hums, low and gray. Hands pull roots from ground, Ghosts don’t make a sound. [Chorus] Harvest midwest souls, Before the thunder rolls. Take what love remains, Before the rain reclaims. [Verse 2] Crows on rusted wire, Smoke from dying fire. Old hymns on the air, No one’s left to care. [Bridge] Tremble, fields of bone, We sow what’s overgrown. Hearts like barns unshut, Waiting for the flood. [Chorus] Harvest midwest souls, Before the thunder rolls. Take what love remains, Before the rain reclaims.
