lets take a walknthrough fields of grassndrop cotton ballsnfrom the overpassnnow wander down to the cemeterynthrough fields of flowers and wild strawberriesnnshe howls in the patiencensun comes back aroundnand shines its golden raysnon flatten fieldsnthat rushes down the windy streetsnthese piles of leaves are harboring a criminalnnthose books are outnits halloweennthe jealous teenagersnand their stolen dreamsngo wander down to the cemeterynthrough fields of flowers and wild strawberriesnni walk these desperate streets for daysnand on upon your every sugared phrase and headache rapturenwanting only your affectionnyour believe now i've become a fugitivenshaking off the lightnnfields of flowers (wild strawberries)nfields of flowers (wild strawberries)nfields of flowers (wild strawberries)