In fields where nothing grew but weeds,  I found a flower at my feet,  bending there in my direction.  I wrapped a hand around its stem  and pulled until the roots gave in,  finding there what I've been missing.  And I know....    So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong.  There's a point we pass from which we can't return.   I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...    All because of you,  I haven't slept in so long.  When I do I dream  of drowning in the ocean;  longing for the shore  where I can lay my head down.  I'll follow your voice;  all you have to do is  shout it out!    Inside my hands these petals browned;  dried up falling to the ground,  but it was already too late now.  I pushed my fingers through the earth,  returned this flower to the dirt;  so it could live, I walked away now.  But I know...    Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn.  There's a point we pass from which we can't return.  I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...    All because of you,  I haven't slept in so long.  When I do I dream  of drowning in the ocean;  longing for the shore  where I can lay my head down.  I'll follow your voice;  all you have to do is  shout it out!    All because of you.  All because of you.    All because of you,  I haven't slept in so long.  When I do I dream  of drowning in the ocean;  longing for the shore  where I can lay my head down.  Inside these arms of yours.    All because of you  I believe in angels.  Not the kind with wings,   no, not the kind with halos;  the kind that bring you home  when love becomes a strange place.  I'll follow your voice;  all you have to do is  shout it out!