Empty streets like winter cold feelings cut without a trace. Hands reach out ready to fold another tear falls into place. Running through a quiet fire I can see the flames grow wild. I hear a crimson word inside I am free. [Chorus:]. Out in the fields the sky is burning. I feel the joy returning out in the fields. Listen to the winds of heaven I feel with a rhyme and reason. Scattered pictures like my thoughts. Shattered glass watch where I walk. Unspoken words tear me apart another hole right through my heart. Looking through an open window touching all around me. I see a silver rose outside I am free. [Chorus (repeat)].