| Song | Beyond the Fields We Know |
| Artist | Dead Meadow |
| Album | Got Live if You Want It! |
| Winter winds reach icy hands | |
| into my room... | |
| carried away under gleaming | |
| eyes of glowing moon | |
| Beyond the fields we know | |
| sits one whose eyes | |
| regard the end | |
| He sits fast asleep, dreaming me, | |
| dreaming him |