文本歌词

Fields of gold
I haven't found
Except that eye
Against you
Trapped to the cloud
I give you all
That knings have made
Against you
Trapped to the clouds
It's raining tears
You've catched it all
In your mouth
I'm swelling fears
Scars and regrets
Enough to rise
A mountain
Please friend Please shot me down
I am the plague
Oh please friend Please shot me down
I am the plague
I'm not a saint
I'm not a friend
I'm just a stone
In your shoe
I hold you back
Behind the line
Living outside
Of your dreams
I have enough
Living in town
The smell of pee
In summer
How can you stand
Eating cement
They draw a bunk
In your heart
Well off coast
We mean around
They've lost their moods
To the ground
They're digging in
And digging out
Unspoken words
Of the past
Please friend Please shot me down
I am the plague
Oh please friend Please shot me down
I am the plague
When you look somebody down of your worst time
Somebody has to go but how
Fields of gold
Far lowing land
Still sleeping out
Out of reach
Have to go back
To my live town
Nothing but gold
In my back