Testo di On The Fields Of July

Let me play you a song and maybe I'll help you remember, There was fire in your eyes on the day that we parted our ways. I don't know you anymore but your smile has the taste of december And the thorns on your crown mark the passing of hours and days. It will come back to us on some night of delirious fever How we abandoned a child on the fields of july. As we traded our lives for thirty pieces of silver In the mirror we gazed and bid our goodbye. On the fields of july, where as children we buried our treasure And the gleam of our swords, would bend the world to our will. I don't go there anymore, seems that life has denied me that pleasure, But when everything's done, will you help me remember the thrill? It will come back to us on some night of delirious fever How we abandoned a child on the fields of july. As we traded our lives for thirty pieces of silver In the mirror we gazed and bid our goodbye.