Let me play you a song and maybe I'll help you remember
There was fire in your eyes on the day
that we parted our ways
I don't know you anymore but your smile
has the taste of december
And the thorns on your crown
mark the passing of hours and days

It will come back to us on some night of delirious fever
How we abandoned a child on the fields of july
As we traded our lives for thirty pieces of silver
In the mirror we gazed and bid our goodbye

On the fields of july, where as children
we buried our treasure
And the gleam of our swords
would bend the world to our will
I don't go there anymore, seems that life
has denied me that pleasure
But when everything's done
will you help me remember the thrill?

It will come back to us on some night of delirious fever
How we abandoned a child on the fields of july
As we traded our lives for thirty pieces of silver
In the mirror we gazed and bid our goodbye