Forgotten Fields – Echo And The Bunnymen – letras

In the tree-lined cities and forgotten fieldsSome are born too pretty, some are born too realSome to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal some groundIt’s all just hunchbacked plains too stumped to feelAs the rise of man names his price to deal It’s « look ma, no hands » on the steering wheel, going roundGoes round, goes round, slows downSome are early bloom, some are made to waitSome arrive too soon, some leave too lateSome think the moon can navigate their life roundLife round, life round, lives roundHey…can’t you see?What will be…Can’t you see?It’s behind youLook behind you