Summer fields   seem brighter than before   money deals   keep ponding down my door   what am I to think   when you turn away from me once more   what am I to think   suffered once   but it's easier to hide   from the truth   never caring what I'd find   what am i to think   when you turn away from me once more   what am I to think shout at me   laugh at me   it's easier to conceive   these shouts at me and laughts at me   make you want to keep me   and I think   that I know   I've never felt this lonely   and I think   and I know   summer field are ablaze   what am I to think   whan you turn away from me once more   what am I to think