Fields of Our Home - The Tallest Man On Earth

Written by：Kristian Matsson

So you honestly believe in me

Though I wake up every night

Oh ohh

And I've been dreaming of a second rush

While the first one leaves your eye

What if you'd never been through lies

Young sorrow wailing loans

What if you'd never seen through that

To the fields of our home

Always rumours of a flame in town

Not by parents ever traced

No oh

Just a part of what we do out here

Subtle early vicious late

What if I'd never been through finds

Of sorrow wailing loans

What if I'd never seen through that

To the fields of our home

When all falling down is just the travelling need

Of a wave

And the burn of salt in the cuts come around

Heal again

There was always racing on that crossing street

Where you'd land on quiet heels

Oh ohh

Will there ever be a sane time to

Let them know how walking feels

What if we never see through crying tomorrows

Wailing loans

What if we never see through that

To the fields of our

The more we believe in these frozen grounds

Suddenly hunger disappears

Will we fall as we run with our closing eyes

Is this a lifetime or some years