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