These days, I feel so drained
just being someone, someone's something
All the time
I can't stand your speeches, all dyed bible black
To take a step away, from the tarpit
Above the trees, the city lights
I'll think of you and me, and God maybe
Fields of gold, fields of gold, carry me to sea
Along the shores of Sweden
Where the rye is high
And the bread as black
As a miner's hands
And no one knows my name
No one knows my name
Sick and tired, of keeping up with
Who is on whose side, and who's to blame
I need something to wash
The insomnia off
Above the land
The northern sky
I need the silence
I need the calm
Above the land
Just you and I
I need the silence
I need the calm
Fields of gold, fields of gold, carry me to sea
Along the shores of Sweden
Where the rye is high
And the bread as black
As a miner's hands
And no one knows my name
No one knows my name