Forgotten Fields Lyrics - The Fountain - Echo & The Bunnymen

In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields 

Some are born too pretty, some are born too real 

Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal 

Some ground 

So just hunch back plans to start to feel 

As the rise of man names his price to deal 

It's look Ma, no hands on the steering wheel 

Going round 

Goes round 

Slows down 

Some are early blooms, some are made to wait 

Some arrive too soon, some way too late 

Some think the moon can navigate 

Life round 

Hey, can't you see 

What will be? 

Can't you see? 

It's behind you 

What's behind you 

Look behind you 

Hey, can't you see 

What will be? 

Can't you see?