I - Foreign Fields

Written by：Brian Holl/Eric Hillman

I want to learn

Just how to love

I want to listen

I've had enough

I want to turn

I want to live

I want to vision

I need this

I need this

Remember when

We found our shade

We made it heaven

But how did we escape

I want to leave

Without a trace

But I keep failing

I need this

I

I get the feeling

Part that we never would have known

I get the feeling

Part that we never could have saved

I get the feeling

Part that we'd never go home again

I I I I

I want to fly

An empty space

Where I can focus

Focus on the pain

I need this

I get the feeling

Part that we never would have known

I get the feeling

Part that we never could have saved

I get the feeling

The part that we'd never go home again

I I I I I I I

Welcome home

I've waited a lifetime to say this

I looked out at your gloves

The beauty you painted

You chose love you chose love

You threw down your ball gown

You chose love you chose love you chose love you chose blood

I get the feeling

The part that we'll never go home again

I I I I I I I