The Forks of Cypress (feat. 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