Blind Spot - Field Mouse

If you believe it’s gold, then it’s gold

Any two-bit appraiser will tell you so

Alchemical prize for the last of the Western rush

She used to say it all the time

But years passed and now it’s mine

Erasing you was easy

Once I figured it out and now

That you’re gone completely

I am the last monument standing

When you wake you will remember everything

Running slowly through a dream

Half blind and screaming, screaming

Where’s he off to with that gun?

Imagining is no fun, no fun

I should have vanished upstate

There wasn’t much to come back to anyway

Nothing new, it’s always been the same

But now it just feels too late

Running faster through the scene

When you wake you will remember everything

Let’s call it off

Don’t think you want

Want what you want

Running faster through the scene

Eyes shut and screaming, screaming

'Til my face turns red

Why do they shoot horses

When it’s just a broken leg?