Letra de ' Coach ' de Talbot

I want you to dig a hole with me
In the wide open fields of glory
Hide and seek must be played
Before the rising morning

Teach me how to sing a song
To wake me up from my long sleep
Never-ending ever long
Shovel digging ground so deep

Crawling on the fields of gold
Victory is on my sight

Universe, this place of a mess
Have set my thoughts in order
Deadly smell comes from this hole
Blurring the mind with it's poison

Humming the tune what i chose
To howl at the moon
Lucky to have consciousness
What else can be of any importance

Crawling on the fields of gold
Victory is on my sight
Taking all you can behold
Trained to find the wrong from right

Trained to fall asleep...

Hard to swallow
Empty hollow
Deadly smell of
Gentle hell
Distorting heart
Pumping tar
Barking at the
Dogstar

I saw my friends
Their in my head
Fever rising
Eyes are red

Glowing arms with
Glowing veins
Bloody hands are
Set to pray

Who's hand holds you from falling
Who keeps you alive til the morning
Crawling on the fields of glory
Ride through your mind to search for
Crawling on the fields of gold
Those rusty blades what cuts you
Down.

Crawling on the fields i told
Victory is on my sight
Taking all you can behold
Trained to find the wrong from right

Trained to fall asleep...