Artista

Emma Shapplin

THE MACADAM FLOWER TOUR - CONCIERTO EN ATENAS

2011

9 THE HOURS ON THE FIELDS

When I met you that day
You told me not to see you
So, I passed my way
But will you dare to be... soon

Behind that screen of sun light
I swear I felt you alive
I held my breath
'til you pull back

Sing for me
That strange softness
Dance in me
Words dropped out of my lips
With no sense

Delete my thoughts
Count down my fears
As the wind blows
The hours on the fields

The moment I saw you
I made you still
I try not to believe in you... Dear
'cause you're not real

Behind that flare of your kind
Is there a place I can find
To lay down my hopes before I die

Sing for me
That strange softness
Dance in me
Words dropped out of my lips
With no sense

Delete my thoughts
Count down my fears
As the wind blows
The hours on the fields.