Fields are forgotten
Yet they're all around
Like air, like air, we like
Not making a sound
Not making a sound
Not making a single sound
Yeah..

Dreams... oh oh..

So many people are lost
The signs are pushed
Down into the ground
And I am a single dot
That moves around
With the others..

The people who pretend
To be real people
All broken and unreal
The thing that breaks us
And things that heal..
No..