These fields move,
Like the surface of the sun.
The task of living life,
Is never truly done.

When one life does pass,
The world does not stand still,
Instead it moves much faster,
After swallowing a pill.

When you smell what you smell,
See what you see,
Breath what you breath,
Be what you be,
There is a stop-loss for words,
A cessation of power,
A deafening silence,
A collapsing old tower.

When you do what you do,
Touch what you touch,
Feel what you feel,
Add others as such,
Love comes with ease,
Hate without reason,
Like without leave,
And you acknowledge no season.

As the end grows much nearer,
The lyrics grow clearer.
The chorus dies out,
But with one final pout.

You feel but gravity,
Asserting its force.
You touch but depravity,
In its natural course.

You get lost in her eyes,
A trance of deep caring.
You forget all the lies,
Your heart, it mends tearing.