Fields

Oh god, here it comes again ~ Here’s that memory that’ll just break my back ~ And when I figured it out I thought I’d get by ~ Here it comes it’ll blacken the sun it’ll bury me alive ~ Save me from myself turn around, throw it all away ~ Turn around until it all breaks down to the fields of falling angels ~ Best friends what we used to say ~ All this time it feels like yesterday ~ Remembering when we said goodbye ~ Still I doubt I’ll ever figure out why ~ Save me from myself turn around, throw it all away ~ Turn around ‘til it all breaks down to the fields of falling angels ~ If I die before I wake it’ll never end the sorrow ~ Save me from myself