Drifting over fields of gold, I'm a monument or at least that old
The sun never shines on me, I'm a shadow myself and for others I might be
Catch your stare before you turn your head from my appearance, but I saw you stare
Afraid to see my face, afraid to see yourself reflected in my button-eyes
In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones
Harvest desire
Beside the lamenting wind nothing ever moves me, we kiss without breath
In the midst of a tight embrace, recall the famous phrase: "You too, my son?"
Eye for an eye, a stake for a spine, I'm the mirror that stands before you
Birds come picking at your eyes, come picking at your smile, just to remind you
The world ain't a pretty sight
In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones
Sowing a wish
Gazed into the sun
For far too long
Burned...
My eyes
Was I wrong to dream my dreams?
I've been holding my breath so long that I don't know how to breathe
Like an actor in a final scene, he falls down to the stage
Never convincing though as the audience stands and leaves
So no one ever sees that he never gets up again
And the curtains of the night will fall upon the sun
Bleeding with a smile, I try
To think of all the lies he swallowed
Pull the stake out of my heart
I won't forget
Never forgive
No excuse
No forgiveness
Was I wrong to believe in the virtue of man?
So blind that I never saw that the fields around me burned down to the ground
So I stand tall in a withered field once more
Rooted in the dirt, I'm bound
Yet my arms stretch to the sky where I belong
I belong...