Returning to the Scene of the Crime

A day's burning light, shadows far behind. all you see through your eyes, desire. golden dreams i'm fire. follow fast like the wind, limbs are trembling leaves. although flight makes you beautiful, would you wait for me? burning fields i'm fire. what can i say, what can i do? you seem so restless, i'm after you. limbs of wood, i grab your hair of leaves. her voice. break every branch, strip every leaf. change me. you were my faith, you were my dream. all the birds in your hair look like stains of ink. for what do you sing? where's your purity? burning fields on fire. what can i say, what can i do? you seem so restless, i'm after you. limbs of wood, i grab your hair of leaves. her voice. break every branch, strip every leaf. change me. you were my faith, you were my dream