The hours on the fields (Encore) [Live]

When I met you that day
You told me not to see you
So, I passed my way
But will you dare to be... soon

Forgive me for the words I say (said ?)
They can't be true (?)
You won't ignore it, anyway
Words (are ?) (have ?) no clue

Behind that screen of sun light
I swear I felt you alive
I held my breath
'til you pull (pulled ?) back

Sing for me
That strange softness
Dance in me
Words drop (dropped ?) out of my lips
With no sense

Delete my thoughts
Count down my fears
As the wind blows
The hours on the fields

Today I feel confusion
My head's in such a mess
Our thoughts are illusion
And what I feel is just what I guess

As soon as I saw you
I made you still
I try not to believe in you... Dear
'cause you're not real

Behind that flare of your kind
Is there a place I can find
(to) lay down my hopes before I die