Fields of gold

And all that shines

You knew just where to look

Yet you did not wish to find

Drawn and quartered by the fate of one's own hand

Don't need to search for peace

When you don't wish to understand



Empty skies leave nothing to hold

Like the tears of December

Leave you broken and so cold



Within this house of mourning

You'll find no doors

Upon the floors of the forsaken

You choose to walk once more

No regrets, you turn and ignore

Choose what you see

Play the blind man once more



Empty skies leave nothing to hold

Like the tears of December

Leave you broken and so cold



As you trip inside this home and start to drift

So far, so far away

As tomorrow walks with the hopes you can't recall

As the tears of December, they begin to fall



Empty skies leave nothing to hold

Like the tears of December

Leave you broken and so cold