Texty: Steve Von Till. If I Should Fall To The Field. Breathe.

You don't believe what you don't see
Each grain of sand beneath the sea
You have no faith in a dream
Fade into the landspace, unseem

In a field of weeds, killing time
A winding river rushes by
All the while you seem to be going blind
A cold numb grey in your eyes

Breathe in, breathe deep
A lifetime is too long to sleep
Staring at lightning won't keep you warm
You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm

Growing weak and thin
This has to end where it begins
Waiting for winter's first snow
To cover your tracks, so no-one will know

That you ever lived, or ever lied
You wouldn't give, never tried
No words worth air ever sound
From a flightless bird, bound to the ground

Breathe in, breathe deep
A lifetime is too long to sleep
Staring at lightning won't keep you warm
You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm

(Thanks to Marlon for these lyrics)