Gates In Fields

I can't tell you what you meant to me as I lay there in my bed,
Dreaming, songs were playing in my head I feel so much better now.

And how can I depend on something that never ends?

Gates in fields, surrounding world and ties, all of them were lies,
Your frozen faces felt so close to me some I couldn't see.

And how can I depend on something that never ends?

Paints and rollers could shade the sky so bright, only feather-light,
Bark and silence, a collage in the trees a small confession, please.

And how can I depend on something that never ends?