Black Fields

from a window, a vision of your world

looks surreal in a blue and gray surround

I'm here in a corner, a picture on your screen

I'm a satellite beam, a bystander

and I'm watching the ship going down

with the deadliest cargo inbound

politicians, their axe is ground and clean

survey the scene in a well-rehearsed alarm

stand back from the shoreline with a silver dollar smile

and you put us on file, leave an island

to the curse of the spray and the spill

worse things happen at sea and they will

and how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields?

how many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields?

I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields

all hands to the video, take a movie channel cruise

anything but news, all cocooned we climb the stairs

back here in the black fields, we hide behind the trees

in chemical breeze, leave a call sign

all the kings of the future will hear

civilization was here

and how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields?

how many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields?

I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields

to the world outside

there was nothing more to see

and the story died

and the demon keeps below the sea

and we cried and cried and cried

and how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields?

how many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields?

I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields

from a window, a vision of your world

looks surreal in a blue and gray surround