Burning Fields

Am Em (3x) Am F Bm F#m Bm F#m Take the lens from the cameras, the pens from the authors Bm F#m Bm G the masks from the strangers and lay them to rest Bm F#m Bm F#m Bm The prize from the winner, the rings from his fingers, the song from the F#m Bm G singers and take their last breath D Bm F#m Caught my hand beneath the wheel D Bm F#m Wondered how the pain would feel D Bm F#m Waited for the wounds to heal D Bm F#m G Riding through the burning fields Bm F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m See the root of evil, the heart of the people, the eye of the needle that's Bm G fallen from view Bm F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m I'm painting by numbers and dreaming in colours and thinking of others and Bm G all that they do D Bm F#m Caught my hand beneath the wheel D Bm F#m Wondered how the pain would feel D Bm F#m Waited for the wounds to heal D Bm F#m G Riding through the burning fields (2x) End on: Am