Out In The Field Songtext
von The Graces

Empty streets like winter cold
Feelings cut without a trace
Hands reach out ready to fold
Another tear falls into place
Running through a quiet fire
I can see the flames grow wild
I hear a crimson word inside
I am free


Out in the fields
The sky is burning
I feel the joy returning
Out in the fields
Listen to the winds of heaven
I feel with a rhyme and reason

Scattered pictures like my thoughts
Scattered glass watch where I walk
Unspoken words tear me apart
Another hole right through my heart
Looking through an open window
Touching all around me
I see a silver rose outside
I am free.