Intro : | |  | |  | | ||  |  | |  |  |  |  | | ||  |  | |  | How can we ever be free again?   After all the shouting and crying Trying to hurt one another for nothing Things will be better again   Baby's in red, broken and bled By the flames that rule her fields of fire Baby's in blue, broken in two May the rains run through her fields of fire    Now that the skies have gone clear again   And we try to talk it through, peace of mind One day at a time we're praying Things will be better again   Baby's in red, broken and bled By the flames that rule her fields of fire Baby's in blue, broken in two May the rains run through her fields of fire Her fields of fire          ||  ||  | ||  |  |  | |  |  |  |  | ||  |  |  | Something is hurting way deep down inside Showing the scars of the ghosts that are hiding Stay in my arms Things will be better again Baby's in red, broken and bled By the flames that rule her fields of fire Baby's in blue, broken in two May the rains run through her fields of fire    Baby's in red, broken and bled By the flames that rule her fields of fire Baby's in blue, broken in two May the rains run through her fields of fire Baby's in blue, so what shall she do? May the rains run through her fields of fire Her fields of fire