Lyrics:
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