Out In The Fields Meredith Brooks


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Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace
I hear a crimson word, inside, I am free
Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild
Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place
Out in the fields, the sky is burning

Listen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reason
I feel the joy returning, out in the fields

Shattered glass watch where I walk
Scattered pictures like my thoughts
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

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