Field Of Mars - The Church

It’s a long way home from the Field of Mars

Distant, alone, beneath the platinum stars

And I turn to look, and I’m never any closer

Only just the rain makes the skin feel colder

All my life seems so far away

The air is soft in the Field of Mars

Tears and loss feed the overgrown grass

And I have to leave, but I never seem to go

Only more sad clouds where autumn winds will blow

All my dreams seem so long ago

Oh, Field of Mars

Time is past in the Field of Mars

Grief won’t last in the departing cars

And I call her name, but she never, ever hears

And I call again to the cruelty of the years

Oh my love she’s so far away

Oh, Field of Mars