Empty fields

As you are
With folded arms
In this mess
As you are
With folded arms
In this mess
Like a lonely tree

In an empty field
Full of unneeded things
Waiting for the real sign
To reach paradise

Foolish heart
Watching the seasons pass
All of these years
Now alone

In an empty field
Full of unneeded things
Waiting for the real sign
To reach paradise

As you are
You've done it again
Breaking your happy home
Like a brand new toy
In your hand
Wondering how you feel