In The Fields Paroles

In the fields making love
The luck of the Irish tucked between your toes
Love's debt pays regret, in months I begin to show
Dressing as a car drives by gasping buzzards
Turning time into a lover's rhyme
Pressed between the pages of my heart

In the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself there still?
Oh in the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass?
In a city of glass

In the fields tripping on
Pushing through the barbs to reach the greener side
It was years ago we let each other go
To follow the paths of our dreams

Sometimes I carry the memory, full time Oh in the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself there still?
Oh now in the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass?

In the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself there still?
Oh in the fields where are you?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds?
Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass?
In a city of glass

Time waits for no one
And I've lost track of you