The darkness, the mines knew it best When the daylight headed west and disappeared Progression, on the morning But regardless no one knows the day has cleared Oh we are blind
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you are soundly sleeping on ground And I’ll be your escort in sad waltz around the room I’ll twirl you all around without a sound
The snowfall, the great lakes know it best When the travel west and disappear Like dry ice, the snowcaps on the hills Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new Oh we are
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you are soundly sleeping on the ground I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room I’ll twirl you all around without a sound
We’re trying hard alleviate this dizzy feeling We’re skipping meals because it feels that bad If we survive we’ll stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and years that we’ll have