Lend me your fields of thoughts
And I will harvest all I can
To turn the seasons into years
Before the winter steals it all
I know the pathway we can go
Follow the barely growing trees
Linger it light-flooded glades
Testified emotions departing
This will be the end indeed
See these hands
Come pull me out of here
Where is the light we seek
We stole the fire
From the hands of time
And as we struggle on and on
Blind and hopelessly depressed
Fading substance passing by
Captivated moments endorsing
