Drifting over fields of gold, I'm a monument or at least that old  The sun never shines on me, I'm a shadow myself and for others I might be  Catch your stare before you turn your head from my appearance, but I saw you stare  Afraid to see my face, afraid to see yourself reflected in my button-eyes    In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones  Harvest desire    Beside the lamenting wind nothing ever moves me, we kiss without breath  In the midst of a tight embrace, recall the famous phrase: "You too, my son?"  Eye for an eye, a stake for a spine, I'm the mirror that stands before you  Birds come picking at your eyes, come picking at your smile, just to remind you  The world ain't a pretty sight    In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones  Sowing a wish    Gazed into the sun  For far too long  Burned...  My eyes    Was I wrong to dream my dreams?  I've been holding my breath so long that I don't know how to breathe  Like an actor in a final scene, he falls down to the stage  Never convincing though as the audience stands and leaves  So no one ever sees that he never gets up again  And the curtains of the night will fall upon the sun  Bleeding with a smile, I try  To think of all the lies he swallowed  Pull the stake out of my heart    I won't forget  Never forgive  No excuse  No forgiveness    Was I wrong to believe in the virtue of man?  So blind that I never saw that the fields around me burned down to the ground  So I stand tall in a withered field once more  Rooted in the dirt, I'm bound  Yet my arms stretch to the sky where I belong  I belong...