Artist: sponge
Song: fields
Album: Rotting Pinata
Year: 1994
Oh God, here it comes again
Here's that memory
Breaks my back
And when I figured it out
Yeah, I thought I'd get by
Here it comes
Blacken the sun
Bury me alive
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
Turn around, throw it all away
Turn around until it all breaks down
To fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Best friends, that's what we used to say
All the time, feels like yesterday
Remembering when we said goodbye
Still I doubt I'll ever figure out why
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
Turn around, throw it all away
Turn around till it all breaks down
To the fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow, if
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
