| How can we ever be free again? | |
| After all the shouting and crying | |
| Trying to hurt one another for nothing | |
| Things will be better again | |
| Baby's in red, broken and bled | |
| By the flames that rule her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in blue, broken in two | |
| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire | |
| Now that the skies have gone clear again | |
| And we try to talk it through, peace of mind | |
| One day at a time we're praying | |
| Things will be better again | |
| Baby's in red, broken and bled | |
| By the flames that rule her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in blue, broken in two | |
| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire | |
| Something is hurting way deep down inside | |
| Showing the scars of the ghosts that are hiding | |
| Stay in my arms | |
| Things will be better again | |
| Baby's in red, broken and bled | |
| By the flames that rule her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in blue, broken in two | |
| May the rains run through her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in red, broken and bled | |
| By the flames that rule her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in blue, broken in two | |
| May the rains run through her fields of fire | |
| Baby's in blue, what shall she do? | |
| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire |