| Song | The Field |
| Artist | Casualties of Cool |
| Album | Casualties of Cool |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Young boy on the sun | |
| The game has begun | |
| Feel that the pressure is on | |
| The outcome is dear | |
| From the addle? to here | |
| Run, run, hustle, and run | |
| And if he falls | |
| God help us all | |
| The bend? is opening there? | |
| We’re all just kids | |
| Trying to belong | |
| Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
| The fields are uneven | |
| The players still small | |
| The ball goes right over our heads | |
| Me I’m in the background | |
| Playing with daisies | |
| Dreaming of days | |
| Spent in bed | |
| We’re all just kids | |
| Walking it off | |
| As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
| There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
| Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
| Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
| Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
| But we’re all just kids | |
| Making a mess | |
| As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
| Oh we fall |
| Young boy on the sun | |
| The game has begun | |
| Feel that the pressure is on | |
| The outcome is dear | |
| From the addle? to here | |
| Run, run, hustle, and run | |
| And if he falls | |
| God help us all | |
| The bend? is opening there? | |
| We' re all just kids | |
| Trying to belong | |
| Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
| The fields are uneven | |
| The players still small | |
| The ball goes right over our heads | |
| Me I' m in the background | |
| Playing with daisies | |
| Dreaming of days | |
| Spent in bed | |
| We' re all just kids | |
| Walking it off | |
| As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
| There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
| Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
| Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
| Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
| But we' re all just kids | |
| Making a mess | |
| As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
| Oh we fall |
| Young boy on the sun | |
| The game has begun | |
| Feel that the pressure is on | |
| The outcome is dear | |
| From the addle? to here | |
| Run, run, hustle, and run | |
| And if he falls | |
| God help us all | |
| The bend? is opening there? | |
| We' re all just kids | |
| Trying to belong | |
| Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
| The fields are uneven | |
| The players still small | |
| The ball goes right over our heads | |
| Me I' m in the background | |
| Playing with daisies | |
| Dreaming of days | |
| Spent in bed | |
| We' re all just kids | |
| Walking it off | |
| As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
| There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
| Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
| Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
| Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
| But we' re all just kids | |
| Making a mess | |
| As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
| Oh we fall |