lost in the drift my little light of hope but the music keeps playing where the ground meets the skyline ...let the sheep sing along, I'll make no sound
over the brink my little bag of gold now I'm dragging my feet to the beat of my heart but the tone for my voice just can't be found
I lost my love on a summer's eve my weary hands still plow the fields right where she lay, right where she sleeps my very soul... it fades like leaves
mmm... the sweetest of all filthy things... oh, it's straining my heart
crushed on the ground my little brittle things now I'm dragging my feet on the streets leading down to the place where blind men try to hide
I lost my love on a summer's eve my weary hands still plow the fields right where she lay, right where she sleeps my very soul... it fades like leaves
I lost my love on a summer's eve my weary eyes still plow the fields right where the ashes join with seeds to create new love with every leaf