Toru Okada Fields Burned Golden
Left alone in fields burned golden
And houses rusted to the dirt
Sunsets moving in and out of our lives
And I think that we miss them too often
We tear ourselves apart each day
And every morning it is hard to find reasons to move
But I do it anyway aware each time of my choices, hopes, and f..cking dreams
And so many times I am left with nothing at all
Fighting everything just to let myself sleep
I dream about so many things and I am so sure that I am free
For now, all I have is this choice
With so many living dead or dying slowly, I struggle to even stand
A lifetime together
A lifetime to watch the world end
Not a moment's without our faults, despairs, and passions
