The Beths - Expert in a Dying Field

Can we erase our history
Is it as easy as this
Plausible deniability
I swear I've never heard of it
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists
And I know you're in it

Hours of phrases I've memorized
Thousands of lines on the page
All of my notes in a desolate pile
I haven't touched in an age
And I can burn the evidence
But I can't burn the pain
And I can't forget it

How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
To be an expert in a dying field
And how do you know? (How do you know?)
It's over when you can't let go
You can't let go, you can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field

(How does it, how does it feel?)

The city is painted with memory
The water will never run clear
The birds and the bees and the flowers and trees
They know that we've both been here
And I can flee the country
For the worst of the year
But I'll come back to it

How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
To be an expert in a dying field
And how do you know? (How do you know?)
It's over when you can't let go
You can't let go, you can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field

Can we erase our history
Is it as easy as this
Maybe in other realities
The road never took this twist
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists

How does it feel? (how does it feel, does it feel?)
(Expert in a dying field)
How do you know (how do you, how do you, how do you feel?)
Can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field, ah
An expert in a dying field

Written by:
Benjamin Sinclair, Elizabeth Stokes, Jonathan Pearce, Tristan Deck

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