Neil Finn
Fields Are Full of Your Kind
I will belong, to the secret sect. tall grey and there is sadness in your stay. And the fields, are full of your kind
And I can’t help to feel undone, with the rising and the setting of the sun. Well the song is carried on the breeze. I will remember
You made me wait and you held my hand. I heard that you are solei army band. And the dreams, were covered in red
And I can’t help to feel undone, at the rising and the setting of the sun. Well the song is carried on the breeze. And we fly… All in bloom. And the flower makes me swung
And my dreams are covered in red. And I know that this is happening to me. I close my eyes and red and greens. And I’m screaming at the top of the trees
Well, they fly off. Are in bloom. And the flower makes me swung. And the flower higher than the moon. Halfway…