Out In The Fields - The Graces

Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace

Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place

Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild

I hear a crimson word, inside, I am free

Out in the fields, the sky is burning

I feel the joy returning, out in the fields

Listen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reason

Scattered pictures like my thoughts

Shattered glass watch where I walk

Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heart

Looking through an open window, touching all around m

I see a silver rose, outside, I am free