In the field of shadows

Where flowers stand like trees

By the cover of a willow

He got down on his knees

He buried all his hopes and dreams

There beside a quiet stream

And waited for the summer, to make 'em bloom

With a shovel in his sore hands

He dug a hole so deep

He took his dream plants

And set 'em down to sleep

The secret thoughts, yeah they all went down

Buried in the stony ground

And waited for the summer, to make 'em bloom

Maybe hope is shallow

'Cuz nothing ever grew

The ground laid fallow

Only dirt beneath his shoes

Some dreams, are just meant to stay

Alone inside, a padlocked cage

The seed, that's dead and broken, will never bloom

The seed, that's dead and broken, will never bloom