Fields - Sponge

Oh God, here it comes again

Here’s that memory

Breaks my back

And when I figured it out

Yeah, I thought I’d get by

Here it comes

Blacken the sun

Bury me alive

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself

Turn around, throw it all away

Turn around until it all breaks down

To fields of falling angels

Fields of falling angels

Best friends, that’s what we used to say

All the time, feels like yesterday

Remembering when we said goodbye

Still I doubt I’ll ever figure out why

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself

Turn around, throw it all away

Turn around till it all breaks down

To the fields of falling angels

Fields of falling angels

Fields of falling angels

Fields of falling angels

If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow

If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow

If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow

If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow, if

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself, myself, myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself