THE FIELD OF DREAMS
Close your eyes, feel us disappear
looking for a distant field of dreams
you, you know that if I could
I’d offer to let you go
Like a leaf, you drift alone through the skies
ignorant of other people’s lies
you, you know that if I could
I’d offer to let you go
Could it be that now
in somebody’s prayer
there is pain
Fed up with trying when it
always turns to be in vain
Wild are the eyes of passion
just like desertlike thirst
she will steal
and drink the last, final drop
from burning lips
which are loving you until the
end of time
Now I know –
she’s my desertlike thirst
she will steal
and drink the last, final drop
from burning lips
which are loving you until the
end of time
And now be quiet, quiet, quiet
my dear violent one –
The field of my dreams will pass you by
you, you know that if I could
I’d offer to let you go
