Fields Of Stone Video (MV)

This old town is ghosts and empty sockets
Hollow bones in monotone
And he who looks back, looks back on
Fields of stone
This whole place is worn out, emptied pockets
People gone, some living on
They look around to see what's grown
Fields of stone
Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown
There will come a moment you will face alone
Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown
Every time we break to take a picture
Fake a smile and move along
A thousand chances come and gone
Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown
There will come a moment you will face alone
Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown
So we pray for rain, we curse the ground and
Yearn for what we'll never know
All the while, still standing on
Fields of stone