Magpies歌词

here where the cold windblows across the fieldsand the magpiesgather all that glittershere where the old menspeak of long lost thingsin a languagethat never seems to matteri think of youhere where your white wallscolor in the pastand the windows are looking in on yesterdayi hear you voicesquiet like the nighti picture you in everythingi think of yousometimes i thinkthat you might have beensomething like rainbows on watersometimes i think of howlife must have been for you herewhat life could have been for you herewhat life should have beenhere with youhere where the cold windblows across the fieldsand the magpiesgather all that glitters