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