The darkness, the coal mines knew it When the daylight headed west and disappeared Progression, on the morning goes But regardless no one knows the day has cleared Oh we are
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly While you are soundly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the I’ll twirl you all around without a sound
The snowfall, the great lakes know it best When the summers travel west and Like dry the snowcaps on the hills Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new year Oh we are cold
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While are soundly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your 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 that bad If we survive we’ll stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have