It`s what you think, it`s what it`s like,
so many pieces remain tonight,
you`ve had it all and now you can`t
get up.
It`s just the way the story goes,
the glass is cut and none of those
who`ve licked your boots
will help you now.
Get up.
She`s run over the fields of glory,
sha lah lah,
cold rain is slapping
across her face,
sha lah lah.
She`s run over the fields of glory,
sha lah lah.
She`s run away from the fields of love,
the fields of love.