Fields — текст песни (Sponge)

Oh God, here it comes
Again
Here`s that memory that`ll
Just break my back
And when I figured it out
I thought I`d get by
Here it comes, it`ll
Blacken the sun
It`ll bury me alive
Save me from myself
Turn around, throw it all
Away
Turn around until it all
Breaks down
To the fields of falling
Angels
Best friends what we used
To say
All this time it feels
Like yesterday
Remembering when we said
Goodbye
Still I doubt I`ll ever
Figure out why
Save me from myself
Turn around. Throw it all
Away
Turn around `til it all
Breaks down
To the fields of falling
Angels
If I die before I wake
It`ll never end the sorrow
Save me from myself