I see fields
Of countless yielding dreams
I recall
All of my displaced faults
Separate me from my past
And see how long I last
For I am but a name
On a long forgotten grave
Cover me in roses
And toss your hand of dirt
Never mind these feelings
Know soon it will not hurt
Now I see
Through the field of reeds
Valleys void
Of that internal voice
Follow me into this place
And sense the sweetest taste
Forever is not that long
Unless you hear it in a song
Cover me in roses
And toss your hand of dirt
Never mind these feelings
Know soon it will not hurt
But when our dreams are gone
And I must go away
Hold onto this for some unhappy day
When the waterfalls are never quite the same