Fields of Gold

Fields of gold
I haven't found
Except that I
Against you

Trapped in a cloud
I give you all
That ... have made
Against you

Trapped in a cloud
It's raining tears
You catch it all
In your mouth

I'm sweating fears
Scars and regrets
Enough to rise
A mountain

Please friend, Please shut me down
I am the plague
Oh, please friend, Please shut me down
I am the plague

I'm not a saint
I'm not a friend
I'm just a stone
In your shoe

I hold you back
Behind the line
Living outside
Of your dreams

I have enough
Living in town
The smell of pee
In summer

How can you stand
Eating cement
They draw a bunk
In your heart

Well of course
We mean around
They've lost their moods
To the ground

They're digging in
And digging out
Unspoken words
Of the past

[Instrumental]

Please friend, Please shut me down
I am the plague
Oh, please friend, Please shut me down
I am the plague

When you lock somebody down of your worst time
Somebody has to go, but how?

Fields of gold
Following land
Still sleeping out
Out of reach

Have to go back
To my live town
Nothing but gold
In my bag

[Instrumental]