Rise Against - The Good Left Undone

In fields where nothing grew but weeds,I found a flower at my feet,Bending there in my direction,I wrapped a hand around its stem,I pulled until the roots gave in,Finding there what I'd been missing,But I know...So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong.There's a point we pass from which we can't return.I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.All because of you,I haven't slept in so long.When I