In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
bending there in my direction.

I wrapped a hand around its stem
and pulled until the roots gave in,
finding there what I've been missing.

And I know....

So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong.

There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...


All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream

of drowning in the ocean;
longing for the shore
where I can lay my head down.

I'll follow your voice;
all you have to do is
shout it out!


Inside my hands these petals browned;
dried up fallen to the ground,

but it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
returned this flower to the dirt;

so it could live, I walked away now.
But I know...


Not a day goes by when I don't feel its burn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.


I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...

All because of you,

I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream
of drowning in the ocean;

longing for the shore
where I can lay my head down.
I'll follow your voice;

all you have to do is
shout it out!


All because of you.
All because of you.


All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream

of drowning in the ocean;
longing for the shore
where I can lay my head down.

Inside these arms of yours.

All because of you

I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
no, not the kind with halos;

the kind that bring you home
when home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice;

all you have to do is
shout it out!