Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace   Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place   Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild   I hear a crimson word inside, I am free      Out in the fields, the sky is burning   I feel the joy returning, out in the fields   Listen to the winds of heaven   I feel with a rhyme and reason      Scattered pictures like my thoughts, shattered glass watch where I walk   Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heart   Looking through an open window, touching all around me   I see a silver rose outside, I am free      Out in the fields, the sky is burning   I feel the joy returning, out in the fields   Listen to the winds of heaven   I feel with a rhyme and reason