Tombstone Eyes

The fields need breath of glowing sun
A child needs hands to hold him tight
Dyer needs a prayer before he'll be gone
Truth needs strength, maybe fists to fight

Songs need belief to blow us away
You need some time to yell and scream
I need you to keep me going the way
We need true colours to paint our dream

You've been looking for, you've been questing 'til the end
For a hallowed place...for a neverland
Searching for the truth...to believe to be wise...
Creased pictures run, reflect in your eyes