This is the field
Where hundreds of people
Like poppies are bursting
And marching with pride
Free to stay
Free to fight, to shoot, to kill
This is the field
Where hundreds of people
Are burning like crosses
And turning to ash
Free to go
Free, the hurt, the pain, the blame
Then you saved me from the water
Then you changed me into fire
Leaving tuppence on the plate
You hurry home now don't be late
Ahead you see the daylight fail
Wonder where the time has gone
This place is holy
And this place is empty
No one is praying to Jesus today
Free to choose
Free to win, to draw, to lose
Then you saved me from the water
Then you changed me into fire
Leaving tuppence on the plate
You hurry home now don't be late
Ahead you see the daylight fail
Wonder where the time has gonesecond intermission
anticipation
you know the third act
small talk drops out of the play
you're standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet
waiting for it
waiting for it
and then the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there's all these questions milling around
and there's no time to ask
no bliss for little miss leading
she's learning about bleeding
but what is love if not exquisite?
our only saving grace or is it?
and somewhere inside your iris
blooms the reflection of my surprise
as you stroll past every last do not enter
and touch me at my epicenter
and the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there's all these questions milling around
and there's no time to ask
i'm always trying to get there
i never really get there
to that quiet place where i accept myself
instead i'm deep inside some high school
locker room no clothing
popping the zits of my self-loathing under fluorescent lights
and the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there's all these questions milling around
and you're too ashamed to ask
second intermission
anticipation
you know the third act
small talk drops out of the play
you're standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet
waiting for it
waiting for it