• I saw the sparrow
    fly acrost the sky
    I walked the fields
    those fields of thine.
    They were both yellow.

    I hear the blood
    it cries for those from its spilt
    I pity the souls
    from which lost was it.
    They were both red.

    I feel the pain I walk across
    the ocean of which our love was lost
    the time when all that we wisht weren't gone.
    That's why I wrote this song.
    That's why I wrote this song.

    For you my love
    was once strong as Hercules
    could ride the roughest seas.
    Then things changed.
    Now everything
    betwixt us went wrong.
    No yellow, no red
    all things are changed.
    Which is why I wrote this song.