We Are the Living

Fields of gold

I haven't found

Except that eye

Against you



Trapped to the cloud

I give you all

That knings have made

Against you



Trapped to the clouds

It's raining tears

You've catched it all

In your mouth



I'm swelling fears

Scars and regrets

Enough to rise

A mountain



Please friend, Please shot me down

I am the plague

Oh, please friend, Please shot me down

I am the plague



I'm not a saint

I'm not a friend

I'm just a stone

In your shoe



I hold you back

Behind the line

Living outside

Of your dreams



I have enough

Living in town

The smell of pee

In summer



How can you stand

Eating cement

They draw a bunk

In your heart



Well off coast

We mean around

They've lost their moods

To the ground



They're digging in

And digging out

Unspoken words

Of the past



Please friend, Please shot me down

I am the plague

Oh, please friend, Please shot me down

I am the plague



When you look somebody down of your worst time

Somebody has to go but how



Fields of gold

Far lowing land

Still sleeping out

Out of reach



Have to go back

To my live town

Nothing but gold

In my back