Infield - Arthur Moon, Young & Sick

Do you

Hold on, hold on

Like I do, like I do

Like I do

To doubt

Doubt inside you

Coat of art

Lines

Lines pointing home

And in the outfield

The grass

Is overgrown

It grows

You don’t fool me

Your salutation’s wrong

You don’t fool me

You’re lonely, you’re lonely

You don’t fool me

You don’t fool me

You’re lonely