Flatlands
  Chelsea Wolfe

  I want flatlands 
  I never cared about money and all its friends 
  I want flatlands 
  I want flatlands 
  I don't want precious stones 
  I never cared about anything you've ever owned 
  I want flatlands 
  I want simplicity 
  I need your arms wrapped hard around me 
  I want open plains and scattered trees 
  I want flower fields 
  I want salty seas 
  I want flatlands soft and steady breeze 
  Bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees 
  Dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves 
  I want flatlands 
  Will you go there with me 
  When it's said in the dark and you know it's always there 
  When it's dead in our heart but your mind is unafraid 
  When it's said in the dark and you know it's never coming back 
  When it's there in your heart in your mind you set it free