Field

(Intro – ambient / distant vocal)

Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing —

There is a field.

I will meet you there.

⸻

(Verse 1 – minimal beat begins)

Not in agreement.
Not in repair.
Not in the careful architecture
of who was right.

We have lived
balancing on a line
drawn in sand —
calling it truth.

Trying to be good.
Trying to belong.

⸻

(Pre-Drop – tension builds)

But there is a place
before the verdict forms.
Before the mouth prepares defense.
Before the spine goes rigid.

A field.

⸻

(DROP 1 – mantra / loop)

There is a field.
I will meet you there.

There is a field.
I will meet you there.


⸻

(Verse 2 – rhythmic, more embodied)

In that field
you are not your worst moment.
And I am not mine.

No ledger.
No hierarchy of harm.

Just grass bending
under the weight
of our separate names.

When the soul lies down —
argument forgets its hunger.

⸻

(Build – rising tension)

Language thins.
Edges blur.

The word “other”
loosens in the mouth.

We think we must solve each other
before we can rest —

but rest
reveals
there was never distance.

⸻

(DROP 2 – bigger / brighter)

There is a field.
We are already there.

There is a field.
We are already there.

No right.
No wrong.

Only meeting.

There is a field.
We are already there.

⸻

(Breakdown – almost silent)

Rightdoing and wrongdoing
are maps for the mind.

The field is older.
Wider.
Uninjured.

It refuses
to make a soul
equal to a moment.

⸻

(Final Lift – emotional release)

Identity softens.
The need to win loosens.
The urge to correct
goes quiet.

What remains
is not indifference.

It is intimacy.

A remembering —

We were never standing apart.

⸻

(Outro – echoing loop)

There is a field.
There is a field.

We are already there.

(Repeat. Fade.)

Experimental, somatic downtempo electronic, playful syncopation, hypnotic mantra loops, surprising lifts. Female vocals