Song | Fields Of Hope |
Artist | Vanden Plas |
Album | Far Off Grace |
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Better wash away land into the sea | |
when faith is broken | |
all the barricades a potion for the waves | |
let us feed the flood | |
I know there's a way | |
I can see visions and dreams | |
I know there's a way | |
I can delineate any new empire the colors | |
I'm crying to secrets they're drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadows of the seers | |
none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me | |
I create another world on the other side | |
to show you the way | |
to lands of visions and dreams | |
I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors | |
I'm crying to secrets | |
they're drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadow of the seers | |
I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion | |
I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams | |
and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears | |
they always show the garden of the seers |
Better wash away land into the sea | |
when faith is broken | |
all the barricades a potion for the waves | |
let us feed the flood | |
I know there' s a way | |
I can see visions and dreams | |
I know there' s a way | |
I can delineate any new empire the colors | |
I' m crying to secrets they' re drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadows of the seers | |
none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me | |
I create another world on the other side | |
to show you the way | |
to lands of visions and dreams | |
I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors | |
I' m crying to secrets | |
they' re drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadow of the seers | |
I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion | |
I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams | |
and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears | |
they always show the garden of the seers |
Better wash away land into the sea | |
when faith is broken | |
all the barricades a potion for the waves | |
let us feed the flood | |
I know there' s a way | |
I can see visions and dreams | |
I know there' s a way | |
I can delineate any new empire the colors | |
I' m crying to secrets they' re drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadows of the seers | |
none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me | |
I create another world on the other side | |
to show you the way | |
to lands of visions and dreams | |
I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors | |
I' m crying to secrets | |
they' re drying | |
and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
they always show the meadow of the seers | |
I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion | |
I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams | |
and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears | |
they always show the garden of the seers |