The Hours In The Fields
When I met you that dayYou told me not to see youSo, I passed my wayBut will you dare to be... soon
Behind that screen of sun lightI swear I felt you aliveI held my breath'til you pull back
Sing for meThat strange softnessDance in meWords dropped out of my lipsWith no sense
Delete my thoughtsCount down my fearsAs the wind blowsThe hours on the fields
The moment I saw youI made you stillI try not to believe in you... dear'cause you're not real
Behind that flare of your kindIs there a place I can findTo lay down my hopes before I die
Sing for meThat strange softnessDance in meWords dropped out of my lipsWith no sense
Delete my thoughtsCount down my fearsAs the wind blowsThe hours on the fields