Drifting over fields of gold, I'm a monument or at least that old The sun never shines on me, I'm a shadow myself and for others I might be Catch your stare before you turn your head from my appearance, but I saw you stare Afraid to see my face, afraid to see yourself reflected in my button-eyes
In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones Harvest desire
Beside the lamenting wind nothing ever moves me, we kiss without breath In the midst of a tight embrace, recall the famous phrase: "You too, my son?" Eye for an eye, a stake for a spine, I'm the mirror that stands before you Birds come picking at your eyes, come picking at your smile, just to remind you The world ain't a pretty sight
In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones Sowing a wish
Gazed into the sun For far too long Burned... My eyes
Was I wrong to dream my dreams? I've been holding my breath so long that I don't know how to breathe Like an actor in a final scene, he falls down to the stage Never convincing though as the audience stands and leaves So no one ever sees that he never gets up again And the curtains of the night will fall upon the sun Bleeding with a smile, I try To think of all the lies he swallowed Pull the stake out of my heart
I won't forget Never forgive No excuse No forgiveness
Was I wrong to believe in the virtue of man? So blind that I never saw that the fields around me burned down to the ground So I stand tall in a withered field once more Rooted in the dirt, I'm bound Yet my arms stretch to the sky where I belong I belong...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
