Empty Fields
As you are
with folded arms
in this mess
like a lonely tree
In an empty field
full of unneeded things
waiting for the real sign
to reach paradise.
foolish heart
watching the seasons pass
all of these years
now alone
In an empty field
full of unneeded things
waiting for the real sign
to reach paradise
As you are,
you've done it again,
breaking your happy home,
like a brand new toy
in your hand
wondering how you feel
with folded arms
in this mess
like a lonely tree
In an empty field
full of unneeded things
waiting for the real sign
to reach paradise.
foolish heart
watching the seasons pass
all of these years
now alone
In an empty field
full of unneeded things
waiting for the real sign
to reach paradise
As you are,
you've done it again,
breaking your happy home,
like a brand new toy
in your hand
wondering how you feel
Credits
Writer(s): Jairo Zavala Ruiz, Joseph Burns
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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