Fields Of Stone Lyrics

This old town is ghosts and empty sockets

Hollow bones in monotone

And he who looks back, looks back on

Fields of stone

This whole place is worn out, emptied pockets

People gone, some living on

They look around to see what's grown

Fields of stone

Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown

There will come a moment you will face alone

Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown

Every time we break to take a picture

Fake a smile and move along

A thousand chances come and gone

Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown

There will come a moment you will face alone

Eventually everybody's left to reap what they've sown

So we pray for rain, we curse the ground and

Yearn for what we'll never know

All the while, still standing on

Fields of stone