Out seeing the fields.
What is a dream and
can you tell me what is real?
Everyone else is home in bed,
and I’m out here lost in my own head,
out seeing the fields.

Freeze, crystal on the bridge.
Trees. Frozen diamond leaves.
Ice, stiffening the wheat.
Wind, underneath my feet.

I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky.
I only feel guided when I’m free to question why.
Only when I smell the earth upon my face,
will I ever be free to fly from this place.
[ Lyrics taken from http://www.TheNasheedLyrics.com ]

Morning, wings against the ledge.
Frost trees painted on the glass.
Snow, covering the streets.
Home, warm beneath my sheets.