Fields of Youth

I know that my life
Would not be complete
When the borders of time
Are ready to relieve
I can hear them call
The grass painted grey
They need us to run
But sometimes it’s too late,
To roam this way again
Trying to pretend
All the time we spend
Never been so close to the past
Symbols of the end
Make us understand:
Time is out, we’ve gone too far
Trying too pretend…
We’re stuck in the days
Searching for life
Alone in the space
No one to say good-bye
I can hear them call
The moon wraps me up
When stars are to fall
When our time’s to stop…
And no way to go
Fields are faces
(I can read your mind
I can recognize
Lies)
Words come back — the echo of the end
In these places
(You'll be left behind
Weight for your turn to climb high)
Where we hid from time dancing with the
Stars