In the field of shadows
Where flowers stand like trees
By the cover of a willow
He got down on his knees
He buried all his hopes and dreams
There beside a quiet stream
And waited for the summer to make 'em bloom
With a shovel in his sore hands
He dug a hole so deep
He took his dream plants
And set 'em down to sleep
The secret thoughts, yeah, they all went down
Buried in the stony ground
And waited for the summer to make 'em bloom
Maybe hope is shallow
'Cuz nothing ever grew
The ground laid fallow
Only dirt beneath his shoes
Some dreams are just meant to stay
Alone inside a padlocked cage
The seed that's dead and broken will never bloom
The seed that's dead and broken will never bloom
