They always lurk on the periphery
Like something glimpsed out of the corner of my eye
No matter what distractions I hide behind
Inevitably, they always find me
Golden fields
Black wings
I may be smiling now, but I can hear black birds in the distance
The sun may be shining now, but I can sense the gathering storm
Golden fields
Black wings
(bass lead: Distant Thunder)
Over these golden fields, black feathered wings beating all around
Over these golden fields, black storm clouds on the horizon