Fields Lyrics - Rotting Pinata - 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