Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a tracenHands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into placenRunning through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wildnI hear a crimson word, inside, I am freenn[Chorus:]nOut in the fields, the sky is burningnI feel the joy returning, out in the fieldsnListen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reasonnnScattered pictures like my thoughtsnShattered glass watch where I walknUnspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heartnLooking through an open window, touching all around menI see a silver rose, outside, I am freenn[Chorus (repeat)]n