Meredith Brooks Lyrics

Album: Perfect View (The Graces)

Out In The Fields Lyrics

Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace

 Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place

 Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild

 I hear a crimson word, inside, I am free

 

 [Chorus:]

 Out in the fields, the sky is burning

 I feel the joy returning, out in the fields

 Listen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reason

 

 Scattered pictures like my thoughts

 Shattered glass watch where I walk

 Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heart

 Looking through an open window, touching all around me

 I see a silver rose, outside, I am free

 

 [Chorus (repeat)]