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 pa**ing by Captivated moments endorsing