In yellow fields today,
I made my stand.
Before God,
On this beautiful plain,
I cursed myself,
Wishing I were never born.

The crickets,
The flies,
All witness to my screams,
Blissfully ignorant to my problems.
They hop and buzz about
As if nothing were happening.
Do you feel the same?

May the mountains be my witness,
You're everywhere that I go,
In every beautiful thing,
you're there.
Every sunset,
Every picture,
Every woman.
Oh, how you torture me.

In green forests,
I sat and dreamed
Of a day when this would no longer hurt me.
I raised my hands as high
as the emerald towers around me stood.
I closed my eyes.
And I prayed
for an end to my pain.

An end came.

In yellow fields today,
My love came running back to me.